Category: Faith
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Ribbons and Spurs
Last spring I lost the use of my right hand and shoulder. I broke two fingers and dang near broke my shoulder. By God’s grace those injuries have healed and except for a nice little crook in my pinky I’m good as new. This spring I lost my mom. It feels like a part of
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The Rock and The Garden
I can’t stop looking at them. Big ones, tiny ones, beautiful ones, ordinary ones. Some are smooth, flat and round with a monotone color; others are craggy, irregular shaped with bands of multi colors. Rocks have always fascinated me. Even as a kid I had a rock collection. I remember one in particular, a
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Eastering the Egg
The weather on Easter Sunday was glorious, the kind of perfectly beautiful day my mother calls “top ten”. It was so gorgeous it almost made you forget you were under shelter-in-place. Almost. But not being allowed to gather in church on Easter just felt wrong, like I was missing out. Because I was. I’m grateful
Kim Chronicles 