Blessed is the man who listens to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at my doorway. Proverbs 8:34 NIV Slide. Shuffle. Slide. Shuffle. You always know when my grandmother is coming. The…
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I glide down the highway, the taste of Diet Coke and potato chips lingering. My thoughts are louder than the radio, so I turn the music off. The darkness is a blanket, covering me. …
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Every woman fantasizes about the day her husband will say, “It’s okay, honey, I’ll clean the house for you today.” Well, friends, my dreams just came true… Click HERE to read the rest of…
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“Ready or not here I come!” Faith yodeled in her walkie-talkie. I crouched low behind the pantry door in the dark, the smell of stale crackers, cookies, and bread settled over me. I turned…
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Lean a little closer. I have a confession to make. I am…not perfect. There. I’ve said it. It’s out. Let me share with you how not perfect I am. The day after Christmas…