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Night before morning. I remember the evenings before nights, before morning. In the evening, my mama seemed pensive and lonely. No doubt she was. I wonder if it was because the burdens of the day grew heavier as the day wore on. Perhaps it was because she was tired of work and labor or, maybe,…
Another way to discipline. When I was a child, Mama used “time out”, but she didn’t call it that. It was simply “sitting in a chair” for an undesignated time. You sat until you were ready to apologize/behave/obey. It’s the same principle as time out today. I rather think Mama used sitting in a chair as…
Living in the moment A constant focus of living in the moment is hard. It doesn’t matter how many kids you have, living in the moment is (sometimes) hard. There are a myriad of voices calling our name: laundry, cleaning, cooking, returning library books, practices, church, competitions, illness, and life. Some days we make it…
Comparison A sure-fire way to breed discontent is to make personal comparisons. How is it that we always compare ourselves with someone “higher” rather than with someone “lower”? Think about the folks you envy, or resent, or whose giftings cause fault or jealousy to stir in your mind. Are those folks of higher means or…
The house where we were poor We were poor, yet rich. The sprawling two-story house of my childhood had seven bedrooms and one bathroom. There was room to live and room to play. The house sat at the end of a long lane, with dense woods on one side and fields on the other three….
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