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On a Sunday Morning
This week, I have two posts set to publish on Wednesday and Saturday. How exciting–two posts in one week! Both posts are on the same topic, but one is an essay and one is a poem. I hope they both encourage you to take your thoughts captive to Christ and to worship God in a way that honors him. Today’s post is a poem. *** On Sunday mornings, when I wake up,I wonder what I’m going to wear:The orange dress with the white flowers,Or the fuscia dress with the rouched-up sleeves?Then, it’s on to hair. Up or down? Should I wear my black barette,Or my giant turquoise claw?My kids are…
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Listening to Myself Sing
This week, I have two posts set to publish on Wednesday and Saturday. How exciting–two posts in one week! Both posts are on the same topic, but one is an essay and one is a poem. I hope they both encourage you to take your thoughts captive to Christ and to worship God in a way that honors him. Today’s post is an essay. *** One of the first lessons you learn when you join a choir is to listen to the people around you sing instead of listening to yourself. In fact, I teach my students the very same thing. When I notice one student singing louder than the…
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Chicken Rescue {A Limerick}
There once was a thirsty Brown henWho left the warmth of her pen;She jumped into the snow,But had no place to goWithout the help of a friend. ***
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Taking Different Paths Through the Woods and Following God’s Will
“Mom, follow me,” Samuel said, as he ducked below a tangle of branches too low for me to crawl underneath. Gray autumn clouds covered the sky like a sheet and the steady drip of branches filled the woods like music. The air around me felt damp, heavy with moisture, and I could feel the frizz from my hair sticking to my neck. I was starting to get sweaty. “Samuel, I don’t think I can follow you under there,” I replied. I elected to walk through a small grove of fir trees with mangy branches that stuck out like wheel spokes. I gently moved them to the side and hoped a…
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A Special Autumn Trip Up North
A few weekends ago, I did something I haven’t done since high school: I spent a weekend up at the cabin, along with Brian and the kids, during the month of October. It was beautiful, with the leaves changing and falling, the quiet lake, and the damp autumn air. We arrived at the cabin late in the evening on Friday, unpacked the van, and put the kids to bed. The air smelled like fresh rain and moisture dripped from the trees in tiny, sparkling beads. My parents always say that the cool fall nights up at the cabin make for “good sleeping weather,” and I absolutely agree. It was so…