On the Side of Love

For the last three nights I hadn’t slept too well.  I would wake up over an hour earlier than   normal and then be unable to get back to sleep.  I was a bit tired then when I went into my   bedroom to watch a little television this evening.  The nightly news was its...

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More, More, More…

I was sitting at my kitchen table sipping my morning coffee while the news played on the television. Suddenly, a long series of commercials came on. Each one droned on the drumbeat of more, more, more. They urged us to buy more, to have more, and to do more. Finally I...

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The Spirit of Love

It was an early Autumn afternoon several years ago.  The air was warm and the sun was bright but I still felt cold and gloomy on the inside.  I was visiting my Dad in the local nursing home.  I found him asleep in his bed.  It felt so strange.  He never slept in the...

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Every Little Bit Helps

Clankity Clank, Clankity Clank, Clankity-Clankity-Clankity Clank. It was a cold, December day. I had just pulled up to the department store in my old car. As soon as I got out the Winter wind bit into me. Yet, carried on this bitter wind was the sweet sound of a bell...

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A Quarter From Nanny

"Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins." (1 Peter 4:8 NIV)I was sitting at my kitchen table the other day with a pen, notebook, calculator, and a stack of bills.  I was doing my monthly budget.  There were bills for electric,...

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Always a Student

"Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love." (1 Cor. 13:13 NLT)It was an afternoon in August.  I was just short of turning eighteen.  I stood in front of a six story high, red brick building.  It was to be my new home for...

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Pushing a Pile of Leaves

It was the day after Thanksgiving and I was trying to work off ten pounds of turkey, potatoes, and pumpkin pie by raking up the leaves around my daughter's house. She had a matronly maple tree in her front yard and her back yard was surrounded by stately oak trees, so...

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