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    Without The Cross Easter Has No Meaning

    I don’t know about you but when spring comes I get so excited. That means the good weather is coming back, patio season is at our doors, the flowers are blooming but most important is Easter! Though some people get excited about the chocolates and the bunnies what I look to most about this holiday is church. If it wasn’t for the cross, Easter would have no meaning. Easter is more than just Good Friday and dressing nice on Easter Sunday, it’s more than just family and having a nice super with the church it’s a reminder that Jesus fought death and beat it! A reminder that we are no…

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    26.2…I couldn’t get the marathon runner’s emblem out of my head.  Even though I tried to dismiss the image, it wouldn’t go away. No, at this point in my life I was NOT going to take up running as my new form of exercise, but I felt that God had some lessons that He was trying to teach me.   Because my son and daughter-in-law are half-marathon runners, I have an elementary knowledge of the running world.  My husband and I have often cheered them on at races, however, I realized that I could learn so much more. I began asking them questions like “How do you train, what do…

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    White As Snow

    As a Central Louisiana and former East Texas resident, I don’t have many opportunities to see snow, unless I’m traveling further north.  What really strikes me as I sit at home today on a rare snow day, especially on a day when the sun hasn’t stolen the white crystals away yet, is the brightness I see when I look outside.  It may not be apparent in the picture I posted, but the dreariness of the sky does not affect the piercing glow of the snow-covered immaculate landscape. Time off from school.  Time to think and pray and ponder.  Catching up on emails, reading blogs, looking at pictures of other snowy yards, watching video…

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    Work – Life Balance

    It was one of those mornings, I just didn’t want to wake up to work. It was alright though, as I was going to work from home. I lazyly woke up, brushed my teeth, and got ready for my 8 AM call, which was my first meeting for the day. My mom comments as I cozy up in my plush throw to take my call, “You should work hard for your pay you know.” In agreement, I respond, “Yes, but study shows it is good to have a lazy day once in a while, makes you more productive on other days.”   I feel lucky to have a full-time job…

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    How To Re-ignite The Fire

    Remember the day you gave your life to Christ? You were filled with such joy and excitement! It felt like you were ready to take on the world and share with everyone you encountered the greatness of Jesus. I’m sure just thinking about it right now is probably nostalgic, what happened? What happened to that fire inside of you? Where did it go?   All is great at the beginning but  somewhere in our journey our fire starts to die without us realizing it and within a blank of an eye we can be left fireless, and stuck in our relationship with God. This happens to most of us, but…

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    The Sound of the Brass Bell

    As the ornately embossed brass bell rang out in the orderly classroom, every little soldier knew what that meant. Everyone was to be seated with eyes to the front, feet on the floor, and mouths zipped shut. Any nonconformity was simply not tolerated. Children quickly understood that foolishness would result in the crack of a ruler on the hand of an unruly classmate. Although the fear of The Lord is the beginning of wisdom, shaking in your boots all day long in school, afraid of a teacher tirade was no place for learning. Imagine what I must have felt when I joined that first grade class, changing schools for the…

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    The Night the Principal Wore Camouflage

    The quaint French Louisiana town of Ville Platte was such a welcoming home town for a recently transplanted Texas family. Scrumptious food, friendly people, and a Cajun culture that enchanted us drew us into this unfamiliar way of life.  One of my favorite spots was one of the many local meat markets where the little old man who owned the market spoke to me in French (I don’t know any French) and probably enjoyed seeing the bewildered look on my face. Buying our first Louisiana home in the piney woods north of Chicot State Park, our closest town was Ville Platte (which means flat town), which was ten miles away traveling…

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    Can Dreams Really Come True?

    Back in the late 1960s, our East Texas school district made some interesting adjustments, or at least that’s how this third grader interpreted the situation.  Instead of neighborhood elementary schools, the district divided the students up by grade instead of where they happened to live.  Housing all of the third and fourth grade students in the former “black elementary school”, the transition from segregated to integrated schools happened without much fanfare.  Because of the way my mother had raised me, I didn’t really think much of the change. What I didn’t realize is what was going on in that small town behind the scenes.  A local eye doctor still had…

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    Patsy Clairmont and Me

    It was a dark and stormy night… No, it was a gloomy, rainy night… Ok, maybe just a dark night in a rental car driving on a winding road I’d never traveled before with another woman I had just met a few minutes ago. It was an adventure I had been looking forward to for several months. A trip to meet Patsy Clairmont at her home for a writing workshop. I’ve loved Patsy Clairmont since the early days when her speaking engagements were aired on Focus on the Family radio broadcasts. I’d read her books and seen her at many Women of Faith events. Recently, I had become one of…

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    Our First Date

    After letting everyone know that I married my first date, it occurred to me that folks may be interested in our first date.  Fitting for me, even still, our date didn’t go exactly as I had planned.   It was a Saturday, October 10, 1975, and I had just gotten off work at my grandmother’s dress shop.  The rest of my family was out of town, due to return sometime that evening.  When my grandmother dropped me off at home, I realized that my house key was missing.  Oops!  How was I to get ready for my very first date when I couldn’t get into my house?   Fortunately, I brought home…