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A Curious Lesson "I don't like it here!" declares Dana*, her measured pacing keeping tempo with her anxious words, "I want to go back to the other place?" I'm confused. It's not unusual for Dana to feel restless toward the evening hours, but this is mid-afternoon. "What other place, Miss...
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I lost my two best friends in 2008. It was not a great year. Early in November I got an eamil from my old friend Brian's wife telling me Brian passed away the previous week from a sudden heart attack. It was devastating news. I hadn't talked to...
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It's just January 1 and I've already busted my first resolution. I had decided that I'd get up each morning at 7:30 and take our chihuahua Buddy out for a walk - as much for his exercise as mine. Well, that's history, at least for today. My next resolution...
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Love Them While You Can by Ronda Knuth "Help. Help! Help!!" Like fingernails on a chalkboard his cry unnerves me. It's unrelenting, insistent, demanding. It requires a response but I don't know what that response should be. From the desk where I answer phones and direct resident traffic I can see...
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Something as Simple as Touch by Ronda Knuth At times the tyranny of the urgent bullies its way to the top of the daily to-do list extinguishing even the most rudimentary kindness. Indeed, in our desire to conquer our categorized index of mandatory responsibilities, we often leave little room for even...
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Chapter 1 Moma was born in a small house in Wilmer, Texas. It was the days when doctors actually made house calls. Someone went to fetch the doctor. Dr. W. J. Ridgell had come to Kleberg, Texas, a small community near Wilmer and in the southeast corner of Dallas, Texas. Kleberg,...
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Eva Irene Chailland was my grandmother (granny). She was born January 22, 1920 in Kennett, Missouri. Her birth was like anyone elses of the time; meaning that she was born at home. However, unlike everyone elses birth, hers was unique in one way...the doctor delivering her was drunk . So drunk in fact that...
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The day began lazily as we sat and sipped piping hot Dunkin Donuts in the living room of the boathouse. Perched over 16 feet above the water, the two-bedroom house has large windows overlooking Alabama's sleepy Fowl River. The weather channel predicted only a chance of showers, so Bart, Tena and...
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Nellie Turnage died on April 4, 1937 when she was 29 1/2 years of age. My father, Paul was 4 years, 8 months of age and his brother Jim Hunter was 7 years, 7 months of age. Nellie wrote a letter to "Dodie" when my dad was about a month old. When she...
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I Am His The world marches on oblivious to her sorrow. She covers her face in her hands and weeps. Her heart is broken; her dreams lie shattered. For Ronda all hope is gone unless the Father comes. It’s business as usual in the courts of Heaven. Melodious songs of adoration...
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Whew! What a night. If anyone ever told me I would have some slobbering drunk egghead bawling shamelessly on the edge of my bed at 1:30 in the morning, I'd tell them they were nuts! But that just goes to show you that in this life we have to be ready...
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In one final attempt to get a response out of the menacing shadow headed for my daughter and me, I yelled as loudly as I could, "What do you want!!??" Then, he opened his mouth and began to speak . . . "Hey, I've been looking for you. I need to...
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Chapter 1 In 1978, I lived in a rural community in Northern Michigan, where a car passed by my house approximately five times a night. It was wooded and lovely but defintely remote. The mobile home I lived in with my two small children was neat and clean. Although about 10...
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For a brief period of my life I was actually unemployed. Now, when I say brief, I do mean brief, but during those few months I was able to fully enjoy being with my two small children for more than just a couple of hours a day. We lived in rural...
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Its wings emit a whisper that flows softly through my hair; A symbol of tranquility, it churns the aromatic air. Found among green pastures it stands dignified and tall; I gaze upward at the majesty and wonder of it. But when the storm approaches it sends forth a mighty sound; From...
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The coolness of a gentle breeze Blows through the meadow fair. I listen for rustle of the grass And smell the punguent air. A momentary silence brings The peace for which I long. If only evening sights and sounds Could make my spirit strong. The night owl moans and sweeps the...
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We love the times when get to sit, My sister and I - we talk quite a bit. It's amazing to think that we know the Lord! But with the Pharisees this strikes an angry chord. Jesus told us someday His kingdom would come; I try to understand but it confuses me...
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When the world comes crashing down Upon my hungry soul; I pause, take a look around, And know I'm not half, but whole. The moon so bright and shining; The leaves all orange and red. As they prepare the silver lining; For Winter's warm and cozy bed. Who made the trees...
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Roses refresh us when they're in full bloom, Stop just to smell them; there's plenty of room. Take time for laughter, and get lots of rest, Then you'll give others the best of your best! Gathering sunshine along with the rain, Sweetens the soul and diminishes pain. Moment by moment your...
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Being the fifth of ten children could be considered the worst scenario for a child seven years old. Oh sure, it had its moments, but for the most part I was a happy little girl. I played with my friends in our "big" back yard and learned to jump rope with my sister, Joan. Of...
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