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    Cinderella by Steve Curtis Chapman

    Have you heard this song by Steve Curtis Chapman? Here’s a quote from his website: “This Moment: I want to remind people that God is more concerned with our day-to-day than we might think. He is not just in the valley or on the mountaintop. He’s on the straight open…

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    Thanks!

    Tonight I’m thankful for… my three kids that showered me with kisses when I tucked them in bed; the cool spring night and the family walk we had around the neighborhood; the internet and being able to connect with so many good friends; my grandma who plays Scrabble with me…

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    In My Heart

    My kids and I were looking through a children’s anatomy book today. When we got to the page with the inside view of the heart, Katie asked innocently, “Where is God?”

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    Saying ‘Cheese’ 14,000 Times

    This weekend I received my 2007 Family Photo Album in the mail. For the past 4 years I’ve abandoned my previous passion of scrapbooking and have used Shutterfly Albums. They look like yearbooks. In less than a week I can finish an album and have it at my house in…

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    When I grew up…

    I just got my new passport in the mail. I look so grown up, especially compared to my old one from when I was only 16 years old. “Only” sixteen. At 16, I felt completely grown up. Confident. Independent. Not swayed by popular opinion. At times I think I was…

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    Life’s lessons continued

    For me, 2007 was a year of waiting, as you can read from my blog series last year about, well, waiting. Without going into details, we were finally turning a corner and approaching a calm phase after the storm. Barely a month into 2008, we are now considering going to…

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    Leader of the Pack

    I was upstairs playing with Nathan on his train set. He decided to be a mean motorcycle, knocking all the trains off the track. It was funny and he wasn’t hurting anyone, so I let him explore the idea of being a bully. My trains ran from him, and though…