Category Archives: Faith

May
16
2018

Batten Down The Hatches

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I have heard the expression throughout my life from time to time.
Batten down the hatches.
I knew what it meant in theory.
I never knew what it meant literally.

I said that to myself when a thunderstorm was approaching.
I get weather alerts on my phone.
I get too many weather alerts at times.
One will suffice; however, quite a few alerts kept coming in a text.

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May
2
2018

The Shadowy Figure

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My husband went to bed earlier than me.
I had a few things to do before I went upstairs.
I knew that he would already be asleep when I opened the door.
We each had an early morning the next day.

I walked upstairs and quietly opened our bedroom door.
He teases me that I have eyes like a cat because I can see quite well in the dark.
He needs a low light so he will not run into anything.
I can totally see in the dark.

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May
1
2018

Simultaneously

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Three days before our first grandbaby is due, our youngest daughter graduates from college.
Our family tends to do things this way.
We had two weddings, two weeks apart, almost two years ago.
This just seems to be typical for us.

I am praying that each event has its own special day.
I had all my children early, so I wonder if my daughter will, as well.
It will be so nice to sit at our daughter’s graduation in peace.
It will be so nice to have nothing else on our mind but celebrating her graduation milestone.

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Apr
27
2018

Walking, Sinking, Standing

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I went up to the front door of the house.
I was still in the clothes I wore to church.
I was wearing dress shoes.
The shoes had two-inch heels.

The heels were not the problem.
I have worn these dress shoes before.
It was the ground I was walking on that presented a problem.
The ground and the shoes were not compatible.

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Apr
26
2018

A Bin Filled With Toys

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I like attics.
I like the idea of them.
I always wish that I could go into the attic of an old house and spend the afternoon.
After spending the afternoon, I wish for one more thing.

I wish that I would be able to choose one thing to take with me.
I would spend all afternoon contemplating what that one thing might be.
It is just a wish.
In the meantime, my attic will have to do.

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