When dreams come true…

When dreams come true…

Christmas 2010 will be The One I remember decades from now–the year I celebrated my first white Christmas….and it just occurred to me there are no pictures WITH ME IN THEM documenting this monumental occasion!   Then again I was being...

The reason…

The reason…

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.  Of the greatness of his government and peace there...

Presents/Presence

Presents/Presence

You can't fool them, you know. Two pudgy hands cup left cheek and right, turn your face to demand your eyes laser lock onto hers, and she whisper-stomps "Mama, you're not listening…!"...

The beauty of becoming <em><span style="color: #6000bf;">r </span><span style="color: #8000ff;">e</span> <span style="color: #a040ff;">a</span> <span style="color: #6000bf;">l</span></em>

The beauty of becoming r e a l

One of the most beautiful lessons on real beauty came to me as a child. Sealed in the story of a child’s stuffed animal, the lesson has clung to me ever since like velveteen on rabbit… * * * * * For a cozy post on the real-ist beauty of them all, please...

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