memories
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Sometimes life’s disappointing cuts have caused me unbearable pain. I have cried out in agony, begging for relief. But the hurt lingers on sometimes for days, months, even years. We have all felt the pain of betrayal, rejection or disappointment. The hurt is real, the pain intense. We wonder, why? How? But even if we… Read more
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Late evening thoughts: Taking apart your parents home is extremely painful. You travel back through their lives and the life you lived with them. Your heart is cracked wide open exposing every emotional feeling you have ever felt towards your immediate family. So thankful the Word of God comforts us through this time. His love,… Read more
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Today as we pulled into our youngest daughter Bre’s driveway we saw a wobbly legged baby deer standing next to the goat fence. We quickly became aware of the mama deer standing inside the goat pen. Mama and baby were separated. Our second daughter Nikki and her daughter Paisley were in the car with us.… Read more
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My brother DeWayne was known for his comedic talent. He could quickly respond with funny remarks. If Momma was mad about something and fussing and yelling, He could have her laughing in just a minute. Not me. If ever opened my mouth all I ever did was make her angrier.One day after he had calmed… Read more
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I read an article today where a woman was proclaiming she did not regret having an abortion. I have read where women have bragged about how many abortions they have had without any remorse whatsoever. I can’t comprehend this way of thinking. When I was 21 years old I had an abortion. I loved the… Read more
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If you could un-invent something, what would it be? I would happily uninvent computer games. If you are a grandparent I don’t even have to explain why. Last weekend I was at my third daughter’s house for the weekend her 14 and 12 year old sons never went outside. All they wanted to do was… Read more
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My dad was a tall handsome man. One of my very first memories of me and my dad together is of us walking in downtown Gainesville on the square. I had my tiny little hand wrapped around his one long middle finger and my short little legs struggled to keep up with his six-foot, four-inch… Read more
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My brother DeWayne and I often spent the night with my Nannie Jackson in her home at Route 1 Jefferson. The bedtime ritual was we all three climbed into her double bed. We each prayed silently. When we had finished our prayers each one of us would individual say out loud “Amen” when we were… Read more
For Real, Elaine?! 