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Inescapable God
“Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, Even there shall…
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there’s magic in the dirt
Why, you may wonder, has Rachel posted a picture of four pots of dirt on her blog? Ah, but you just think those are four pots of dirt. The truth is something much greater. Those four pots are an herb garden. They are glorious and green. They are healing for headaches and upset stomachs; they…
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It’s All About the Words
Taking a quick break from work… I work with words for seven or eight hours every day. I read them, I write them, I correct them. They never cease to amaze me. The fact that we can string 26 letters together and communicate worlds with them, across centuries and cultural boundary lines, that we can…
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March
We like March, his shoes are purple, He is new and high;Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry;Knows the adder’s tongue his coming, And begets her spot.Stands the sun so close and mighty That our minds are hot.News is he of all the others; Bold it were to dieWith the blue-birds…
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see how it glistens
What do you do when your cousin calls you up at quarter to ten at night and asks you to pull yourself out from under the blankets and tea and laptop you’re curled up with and venture into the frigid night to go sledding? Mind you, by “sledding” I mean throwing yourself onto a slick…
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from the mouths of three year olds
“Oh, that’s so cute,” Tabithah tells me… “… I wish I had one of those.” “I wish this whooooole house was mine,” Tab says, her face a centimeter away from mine. “Even your room.” “What would you do with it all?” I ask her. “I would have forty beds, probably,” she answers. “What would you…
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happy birthday, Robbie Burns!
But tent me, Davie, Ace o’ Hearts!(To say aught less wad wrang the cartes, And flatt’ry I detest)This life has joys for you and I;And joys that riches ne’er could buy; And joy’s the very best.There’s a’ the Pleasures o’ the Heart, The Lover an’ the Frien’;Ye hae your Meg, your dearest part, And I…
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every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end
It’s been a full, good year. Full of life, though death has touched us more than once. Full of love, though there have been frustrations and misunderstandings and times of getting off course. Full of God… always full of God. One of my “discoveries” this year has been the work of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, so…
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wild with the winds of September
“Now had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion enters.Birds of passage sailed through the leaden air, from the icebound,Desolate northern bays to the shores of tropical islands.Harvests were gathered in; and wild with the winds of SeptemberWrestled the trees of the forest, as…
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the childlike wisdom of asking questions
My sister Keturah, seven years old, ran into the living room yesterday calling out to her just-older sister, “Tirzah, Tirzah! Which came first–the chicken or the egg?” How far they got on THAT question I don’t know, but I do know that life in my house is a neverending stream of questions. Some are long…