Don’t I know you from somewhere? You look so familiar. We chat through locations we frequent, groups we belong to, and places we’ve lived. Nothing surfaces, but still I’m certain that this is not the first time we’ve crossed paths. Have you had this experience recently? I’d love to have a catalog of every introduction …
We’re All In This Together
Every three months, I package my son Jacob’s medications into two daily dose packs, ninety days, one hundred eighty doses, three tablets of one variety and two and a half of another. It’s a labor of love but at the same time it’s comforting for me as his mother. I’m sure I could pay someone …
Moves and Countermoves
Two has arrived in full force for my daughter and her husband. Their son has discovered his voice and along with it, his autonomy. My husband looked across the table in the restaurant, saying, “Please don’t stand up in your chair. I don’t want you to fall.” His reply? In his sternest voice, “Poppy, don’t …
Who Else?
I am a firm believer that we all have so much to be thankful for every single day. Part of recognizing this is the daily practice of coming into God’s presence with gratitude in our hearts. Once you start saying thank You to God, you may find that your prayers grow longer. If you’re unconvinced, …
Answering the Enemy
What are your last wakeful thoughts before you fall asleep each evening, the thoughts that follow you into sleep, whether consciously or subconsciously, informing your dreams? Mine tend to be instant replays, like a slide show of conversations or events from the day. Sometimes I’m deliberate about transferring them into longer term storage because they’re …
Forget I Said That
Should I be thankful that I have fewer “I wish I hadn’t said” moments than “I really should have said” ones? God’s divine sense of humor is evident in directing me to Proverbs 15:23NLT for my website and blog, AFittingReply.com. He’s showcasing my greatest weakness for certain, but if He can use my words for …
Comfortably Drifting
In my younger days, from childhood through parenthood, I could stay awake into the wee hours engrossed in a good book. Once I read until dawn, finishing a new installment in a series. As I watched the sun peeking over the horizon, I wondered where the time had gone. Now I tend to fall asleep …
Shake Off The Dust
My least favorite job of the week falls on bath day for the Great Danes. No, I’m not responsible for the actual bathing. They outgrew me long ago. My husband has managed that task since our son married. My job is to wash their bedding. I hold my breath as I stand on the edge …
Meet The Author
Books are my favorite, the actual print and paper ones that smell new or like the shop where they were purchased. I’ve resigned myself to ebooks recently, however, in large part because I can read them on my phone whenever I have a minute without remembering to bring along reading material. I don’t love it, …
Clinging To Rags
My granddaughter and I play a game called find the paci. I’ve learned not to wait until bedtime or naptime to make the search. Each time she wakes, before I even lift her out of the crib, I make a big deal of searching for her pacifier. She has usually tossed it aside during her …
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