Tag: Christianity
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The Memories We Hold
When my grandfather died my mom and her siblings sat us cousins down and instructed us to write down one item we would like to have from our grandparents’ house to remember them by. I didn’t even have to think about it. I instantly scribbled “Copper Pot” and that is how it came to live…
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In Search of a Cure for “Busy”
As a kid I was fascinated by anthills. I would hunker down by a busy one and watch the ants go marching one by one, hurrying with their load so they can deposit it only to turn around and do it all over again. I wondered what it would be like to be part of…