When my friends and I came home after the lovely Christmas social, I opened a present.
One of my friends had gift bags for each of us.
She gave them to us before we left.
My gift bag was on my desk in the kitchen.

I had not thought about the gift all evening.
There it was, waiting for me when I got home.
I opened the bag to see some of my friend’s delicious chocolate chip cookies.
There was a gold box in the gift bag as well.

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I know the road like the back of my hand.
It is the road I take through Amish country.
It is the road that brings me to my favorite little shop.
I saw orange detour signs pointing in the direction I was going.

Road closed except local traffic were the words I read.
I needed to drive down that particular road no more than three miles.
I had no idea why there was a closure.
I wondered if the part I needed would be accessible.

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I teach Bible study in my home.
We begin our study in September and we end in May.
Some of us have been together over eight years.
God brings new women each year.

It is a privilege to teach this Bible study in my home.
There is something so cozy about sitting around the kitchen table and island.
When we outgrew that, I bought folding chairs to put in the adjoining family room.
When we outgrew that, I bought more folding chairs for the women God is bringing.

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My youngest daughter is a senior in college.
That does not seem possible.
She is living in an apartment on campus this year.
She is living with four other girls.

When she came home for an overnight visit, she had so much to talk about.
She likes her apartment.
She likes its location on campus.
There is one thing that is her favorite thing about the apartment.

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We were driving to a wedding.
We were driving through my favorite place of Amish buggies and farmland.
As we passed a farm, driving slowly behind other cars, I saw a pile of wood on a side yard.
I looked closely at the three Amish men who were standing over the pile.

Upon further inspection, I noticed three little boys standing near them.
The excitement on their faces gave it away.
What looked like just a pile of wood was much more than that.
This pile of wood was going to be a swing set.

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There has been a lot of furniture shifting in our home.
My son and his wife who were married last year, now have a house.
He brought his bedroom set to their hose for a spare bedroom.
That left the room that my boys shared growing up very empty.

A comfy chair was still tucked in the corner.
A desk that belonged to my mother was still in the room.
The bed was gone.
The chest of drawers and tall bookcase were gone.

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I just pulled weeds in the mulch beds out front.
Then it rained.
The next day, when I went outside, I saw them.
Little tiny weeds were beginning to poke through.

The weeds are easy to pull, especially if you stay on top of them.
Sometimes, however, a feeling of futility has to be purposely squelched in my heart.
I just pulled these weeds, I said to no one in particular.
It did not matter; they were back again.

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Don’t you just love surprises?
I am not talking about surprises that catch you off guard.
Rather surprises that make your day.
Surprises that make you feel special.

I never liked Cracker Jack, the candy coated popcorn.
However, I loved the prizes that were found at the bottom of the box.
Now as a grown woman I can see those prizes for what they were.
However, as a little girl, those prizes were so exciting.

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I have a Robert Redford armoire.
At least that is what I teasingly say.
There is some truth to that statement.
Technically, it is not an exaggeration.

Years ago, I received a catalog in the mail.
When I opened the catalog, I saw a picture of Robert Redford.
I knew the actor from some of the classic movies in which he starred.
I found myself intrigued by what the catalog offered.

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When my children were little we read books quite a lot.
There were always trips to the library.
Each of them would leave with their own satchel of books.
We had a basket in our family room for books; not one library book ever got lost.

The kitchen island was always the place to do creative things.
Playdoh, coloring, drawing, stenciling, and making magnets were some of the things done there.
There was always something creative or imaginative going on in the kitchen it seemed.
Of course, there was wonderful outdoor play as well.

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