Category Archives: A Page From My Journal

Accuracy is Everything

We’ve had unseasonably warm weather in North Texas this fall. No one should be surprised at this, because our weather is always “unseasonably” something. When it isn’t unseasonably hot, it’s unseasonably cool. Rainfall? Either unseasonably wet or unseasonably dry. We … Continue reading

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Fake-Out Years, Part 2: God’s Sovereignty

Last time I told you how some well-meaning people in my church thought I’d accepted Christ as my savior. The pastor baptized me, not realizing I was clueless about my need for salvation. After the worst five years of my … Continue reading

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The Fake-Out Years, Part 1

I never intended to lie. 1. I know better, which may be the force behind… 2: I’m terrible at it. Always have been. So one Sunday morning during my fourth-grade year, I sat in church doodling on my bulletin instead … Continue reading

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Lies and Cow Pies: Revisited

Originally posted on Joywriting: Everybody Has a Story:
I have no idea whose cows they were, or why I was wandering around with them in their enclosure — wearing a dress, mind you. I was only five, we were visiting…

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A World of Contrasts

While visiting Washington last week, we took a little time out for a late-afternoon hike to Puget Sound. Cloudy skies promised an early dusk, so we didn’t dawdle. Halfway down the trail, I felt overcome by the riot of light, … Continue reading

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Sunset

I’m heading straight into my sixties. Certain people (notably, people who call me “Mom”) will likely make “over the hill” jokes. Don’t worry about me, though. I don’t see the problem with growing older. After all, everything is more beautiful … Continue reading

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