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The View From Here · 4h ago

Abide

The more I go on with the Lord I find that I cannot afford to stay away from His side It’s in the Vine I’ll Abide {song by Paul Clark} * * *  
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The View From Here · 5d ago

Face Time

I was in the produce section checking the ripeness of some avocados when my phone lit up. It was Grace, calling to tell me that Harper wanted to “talk to Emzee on the computer.” “I’m at the grocery store,” I said, my emotions a mixture of deep joy (Harper was asking for me!) and genuine [...]
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The View From Here · 1w ago

All Means All

Thanks be to God. * * * Simplicity on Sunday. Sharing an image and a scripture in community with Deidra (at her shiny new place!)
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The View From Here · 1W ago

To Whom it May Concern: Letters from the Ledge {a review}

Today I’m over at The Master’s Artist talking about Letters from the Ledge, by Lynda Meyers. Join me? (Please?) See you there!
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The View From Here · 1W ago

From a seed

Saturday morning we’re on our way to City Hall to vote in the local election. We’re discussing the candidates when he asks, “Have you ever seen an artichoke blossom?” In literary terms, this would be called a non sequitur, but it makes perfect sense in context. Especially if you know a little back s
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The View From Here · 1W ago

Never Enough

You were a stay-at-home mom, who married in 1954 at age twenty-two, and by deliberate design gave birth to four children before you reached thirty. And I bet if I stopped right there and said nothing more, no one would have the slightest clue who you really were. Because June Cleaver you were not. Y
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The View From Here · 2W ago

What Motherers Know {it’s not a typo}

But if it dies, it bears much fruit. Truly, truly. And this truth every motherer learns again and again, dying to self, dying daily in a thousand ways that her children might blossom and flourish and truly, truly live. To every woman who ever nurtured, prayed for, wept over, comforted another human
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The View From Here · 2W ago

Celebrating the Greatest Day

He was just like any other kid, only not. A first born is never ordinary — two becoming one in a tiny, eternal soul. Parenthood remains as it has been since the garden, a holy stewardship granted to the clueless. But the God who gives is always good. He provides. And this one, he kept [...]
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The View From Here · 3W ago

Sweet

* * * Celebrating simplicity on Sunday with Deidre.
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The View From Here · 3W ago

Thirty-three {and counting}

Today is our anniversary. Thirty-three years we’ve been climbing this hill together, leaning on and learning each other, sometimes loving well, sometimes (most definitely) not. We’ve forgiven much and been forgiven much. We’ve tasted the deep sweet and the twisting bitter, and in all things we’ve fo
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