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How Small a Whisper, How Thunderous His Power
“Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways, and how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?” Job 26:14 I think this verse from the book of Job is absolutely beautiful. It stirs my soul to wonderment. Do we truly only see the outskirts of God’s ways? How is that possible when the world is such an intricate and immense place? A single cell is more complex than my mind can even comprehend. The processes of a cell continue steadily; the atoms that make up each cell never cease to move. Somehow, that little cell knows exactly what to…
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Reading and Remembering with The Wingfeather Saga {April Edition}
Welcome to April’s edition of “Reading and Remembering.” (Formerly called “Quotes from our Current Reading Material.”) This month I included a book Ruthie’s been enjoying, a book I’m reading out loud to Samuel, my current reading material, and our Family Worship hymn and Bible verse (under “Remembering,” as we’re committing them to memory). I highlighted The Wingfeather Saga in this edition’s title–I’m through book one and onto book two, and I can’t put them down. This is my second time reading the series and they’re just as wonderful as I remember. You can buy them here, at the Rabbit Room store. Reading We’re going on a bear hunt.We’re going to…
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Sailing Away in a Gravy Boat
Have I ever told you how clumsy I am? I am very clumsy, especially when my autoimmune disorder flares up or its that time of the month. (Sorry. Perhaps that last one is a little personal. It is what it is.) I really liked my college microbiology professor. He was funny and kind and invited all of us students to his house for a cook-out at the end of the summer. I remember having a sweet conversation with his mom as we enjoyed hot dogs and potato chips. This particular professor was also very patient. One morning, during one of my clumsy periods, he was instructing the class on how…
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A Snarky Retelling of Winnie-the-Pooh, and Our Favorite Poem
A Bear of (Supposedly) Very Little Brain Once upon a time there lived a bear. Some of the bear’s friends made a point of constantly telling him that he had no brain. This, of course, could simply not be true because somehow he managed, time and time again, to think and feel and wonder about his life in the woods. One day this bear (who clearly had to think in order to come up with this plan) wanted to get some honey from a beehive swinging from the top of a tree. First he tried to climb the tree, which resulted in much physical discomfort. Nobody likes to land in…
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Why Did My Daughter Trip on a Tree Root? Here’s One Explanation…
Deep down among the tangled tree roots little elves build their homes. They gather water to drink from the dew that drips through the dirt. They carve their homes out of rock deposits, and they dig tunnels that lead up and out of tree trunks so they can feel the warm sun on their faces and arms, and waltz with the evening wind. One spring evening a little mischievous elf named Pom left his granite home and scrambled up through his tunnel. He popped his head out of his elm trunk and sneaked around the side until he found his favorite hideaway: a small patch of dirt between two smooth…