Posts Categorized: Faithfulness

I Know GIGO Means “Garbage In, Garbage Out.” It Could Just As Well Mean “GOOD in and GOOD out.”

My sister home-schooled her kids.

A house where kids are home-schooled often has a different sort of decor than homes where kids go off to school each day. I visited a home-schooling house once that had a historic time-line circling the dining room. My sister’s kitchen walls boasted maps, spelling words, and, among other things, a bird clock.

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What Happened Next…

As I write this, on Sunday afternoon, it is FREEZING here. Literally. Well, right this minute it’s 33 degrees, but it’s supposed to mosey on down to 32 in an hour. I put on my heavy wool coat this morning, on my way to church. I put it back on when I left church at 12:30 or so. I ran errands until after 5:00 (you know, company’s coming!), and

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Maybe My Garden Needs a Gnome

The green stuff growing, intrusively, in my garden

The green stuff growing, intrusively, in my garden

There’s this stuff growing in my garden. It blankets a large portion of the space, and it looks as though I have very carefully strewn seed deliberately across the area. I have not. This is the third year it has come up, and I am dismayed each time. I’m not even sure what it is.

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Scroll, Manuscript, Book, Tablet

On Sunday mornings, when I have Group Time with my Sunday School preschoolers, I open my Bible to the correct reference and say, “Here is the place in the Bible where I find this story.” And I tell them the day’s Bible story. Always. I always say that!

One Sunday morning, I told the children how Nehemiah helped people build a new wall around Jerusalem. At the end of the story, one kid said, “Where do you get all the stuff you tell us?”

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They Tell Me There’s a Lake Out There

I have some friends in California who think I don’t get out enough. Occasionally, they get a plane ticket for me, and I fly out for a visit. One spring, they planned a lengthy adventure, roaming all the way from Disneyland in Anaheim, California, to the Shakespeare Festival in Ashland, Oregon, with many stops along the way. We went to the Timberline Hotel, the Portland Rose Garden, and Crater Lake. I remembered doing a report on the lake when I was in elementary school. I wrote it on one of those pieces of school paper that had a space at the top to draw a picture. I still can recall the drawing I made and was looking forward to seeing the real thing.

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