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In a Moment Life Changes
We watch and listen to daily newscasts of multiple traumatic situations that occur within our community and throughout our world. Sympathetic to the families whose lives are affected, until the routine and demands of our day blur our memory of … Continue reading →
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Tagged ambulance, chimney, Christmas, crisis, dark, dog, emergency vehicles, evening, fire engine, fireplace, flames, friend, heart, holiday, husband, neighborhood, neighbors, newscast, police car, possessions, praying, quiet, sirens, sparks, subdivision, tragedy, traumatic, weeknight, world
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“For All the Saints”
In the front of the church, a small altar stands in the middle of the raised steps, holding fourteen red candles. There is a white banner beside this altar with the word RESURRECTION made of gold fabric letters. Fourteen bells … Continue reading →
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Tagged All Hallows Day, Alleluia, altar, banner, brave, candles, chime, church, congregational members, deceased, empathy, fight, For All the Saints, God, heart rate, heaven, hymn, pastor, pew, praying, resurrection, sacred, shaking, solemn, strong, support, tears, trembling, widow, William How
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One day in the life of my hands
My right hand reaches for the cordless phone that is ringing on the kitchen wall. Fingers rapidly press the buttons as I call my friend down the block to come and help with my sleeping child. Frantically searching hands find … Continue reading →