David Bowie, aged 69, dead.
Alan Rickman, aged 69, dead.
Glen Frey, aged 67, dead.
The news reports kept coming in.

After the first death, I was seeing the same posts on Facebook.
There’s one; where are the other two?
Death comes in threes, I read over and over in post after post.
After the second death, those seemingly wise sages, were morbidly waiting for the next one.

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My friend loves to walk and enjoys taking her dog with her.
We have a State Park nearby that has a lake in the center.
My friend enjoys walking on the trails there.
Her dog is good company for her and the walks help him run off lots of energy.

One particular day, her daughter was home from college.
They were both taking the dog for a walk.
Enjoying the scenery and the good conversation, their walk was enjoyable.
However this particular day the adorable dog with the wiggling hips made it a challenge.

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I hesitated to make the return.
It was only a few days after Christmas.
I felt that I had waited long enough for the crowds to lessen.
It was not a present I was returning but rather a purchase I made before Christmas for myself.

It was a formal dress in a wonderful color.
I did not try the dress on in the store.
When I got it home and tried it on, it fit very nicely but I did not like the neckline.
There were many ways that I could make this dress work but in the end I thought better of it.

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It’s easy to judge situations when you are just a bystander.
There is a sense of self-righteousness.
I wouldn’t have done that.
I would have handled that differently.

Oh, really?

We feign sympathy when all the while we secretly gloat.
Just a little bit.
It’s always them and not me.
Not my child, not my family, not me!

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When we moved into the house we live in now, we were the second owners.
The original owners who built the house were very tall.
They were much taller than my husband and I.
Consequently, our kitchen counter tops and island are higher than most, which I appreciate.

Many of the choices that were original to the house were exactly what I would have chosen.
The woodwork is stained rather than painted.
Crown molding runs along the living room and dining room.
Beautiful built-in shelves are strategically placed.

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When I had my first child there were many questions that needed to be answered.
Life questions.
Faith questions.
The questions went deep; the answers that I grew up simply accepting did not go as deep.

God was tugging at my heart.
God was taking my foundations and shifting them.
My foundations were laid on the shifting sand of tradition.
My foundations were not on the bedrock that is Christ.

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I was ready to take my vitamin.
I took the top off the bottle.
I tilted the bottle in such a way that the vitamin would fall into my hand.
It somehow missed my hand and fell on the floor.

I looked all over the floor for my vitamin to no avail.
I didn’t want someone to step on it.
What should have been insignificant was now a challenge.
The vitamin had to be somewhere.

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I went into one of those large book stores.
The kind of bookstore that was the nemesis in the movie, You’ve Got Mail.
The kind of bookstore that put The Shop Around The Corner out of business.
The kind of bookstore that has comfy chairs, a cafe, and lots of coffee.

I went in to buy my husband a book.
He loves history and this was a book I knew he would enjoy.
I went into the store through the back entrance.
It is the entrance where the audio visual department is located.

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I am not a computer person.
That is my oldest daughter’s department.
She is a web designer and knows all the ins and outs of computer things.
I am often her student.

She designed my website for the daily devotional I write.
She designed the cover of my two books.
She can explain anything to me in ways that I can understand.
She is my go-to person.

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Even if I try not to, I sometimes run late.
This is something that drives my husband crazy.
He will be ready to go, waiting for me downstairs and I am still getting dressed.
It’s not that I am late on purpose; it’s just that I always think I have more time.

I think I have more time to answer that one email.
I think I have more time to do a few things in the kitchen.
I think I have more time to send that short text.
I always think I have more time than I actually do.

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