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Not Objects Exactly

December 5, 2016

Words are not objects exactly, but people perhaps. Children, reflections of me. Laugh, skip, sing, jump, joy pour word on word then mist through wild entwining rivers rushing and roaring through acres of time. Words are not objects exactly. Pluck words from the air twirl on a finger, arrange on a page. Hard fast hard hurl down change white to black then stretch to long …

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How to Love an Abuser

November 28, 2016

Last week, guest blogger Rosanna Brubacker wrote about domestic abuse, specifically abuse that goes on in conservative Anabaptist circles. We were both astounded by the large readership that one post gained and happy for the positive responses. Obviously, the reality of abuse and how to deal with it is a needed subject in conservative Mennonite circles. But how to deal with the abuser himself? What …

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That Day We Call Thanksgiving

November 23, 2016

I think I sensed it before I got out of bed this morning: a certain happiness, a lightness in my spirit like the light peeking through the edges of my closed blind. I got up, opened the blind. The room flooded with white light. Snow on the ground! So that was it. I am always happy on the first day of snow, that first glimpse …

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What Mary Doesn’t Tell

November 21, 2016

Today’s post is from Rosanna Brubacker, who blogs at Thyme On My Path: “Mary!” Ben yelled.  “Get downstairs and check your soup!  It’s boiling over!  How dumb can you be?  Don’t you know that you just don’t walk off when you’re cooking?  Hurry!” “I’m coming.”  Mary called back.  Quickly she scooped little Jerry from the changing table and grabbed his pants. She hurried down the …

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Meet My Niece

November 14, 2016

Erin Elizabeth Zimmerman. (Photo taken by her mother, Kathy Zimmerman.) Here she is with her big brother Jaxson. I now have 4 nieces and 2 nephews. Almost as good as being a grandma! (Not that I’m anywhere near grandma age, but just saying.) Two years ago, soon after Jaxson was born, I wrote a feature about Kathy and her first little for Daughters of Promise …

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Ark Encounter

November 7, 2016

One of my favorite memories this summer was when a few of my siblings and a couple of nieces took a trip to Kentucky to see this lovely attraction: And visit these amazing people: Our day began with spending hours trying to get a locked vehicle open, so we could get the registration to take to a locksmith to have new keys made, so we …

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Bex and the Big 3-0

November 1, 2016

Well it finally happened. The big 3-0. Sunday night my family threw a party for me. There was angel food cake, and black bean salsa, and tapioca, and tea. And family! And presents! It felt like Christmas. Unfortunately, all the pictures taken were taken on a camera that had no memory card and, apparently, no internal memory. But last night I took pictures of a …

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Redeemed Opportunities

October 24, 2016

Today’s post was written by guest blogger Tricia Kennell. *** Where do missed opportunities go? Are they gone forever or does God redeem them by giving us new opportunities? Here in North Africa, where living intentionally should be as easy as breathing, I still miss opportunities. Why? Well, I’m busy; there is always language to study, classes to teach, emails to write, friends to visit, …

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Living in a Forest instead of a Yard

October 18, 2016

Reading through old emails, I came across this description which I love, entitled: LEAVES They are all over the ground, masses of them in damp earthy profusion. All over our yard. I love the smell of them, the moistness, the damp earthiness. The orangeness and yellowness of them. They are muted, not too startling, but sophisticated. Like the color of my favorite dress. It rained last night …

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To Vote or Not to Vote

October 11, 2016

I have never voted in an election. Not because I don’t care about my country. I care very much. I love this country where I live. I love its beauty; love the broad sweep of its land, the diversity of its people, its ideals of freedom and democracy. My great grandparents of ten generations ago, Christian and Elizabeth Martin, emigrated here in 1732, in search …

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