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    The Greatest of These

    I sat at my kitchen window this week watching the sun slip below the horizon of the pond, splashing brilliant colors of orange and red and purple across the water. The breeze gently danced in the Bradford pear trees all dressed up like little girls in their Easter dresses full of white lace and frills. The beauty thrilled my heart- softened it, if you may, to hear the whisper of the Holy Spirit. It fell over me from head to toe. That gentle warmth of His presence and the belonging to His heart that comes with it. I am constantly…

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    Ramblin’ Man

    The pain of not having Randy here does not grow easier—it just becomes less public. It wakes me in the morning and stalks me in midday in ordinary places like Home Depot, and it bathes me in…

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    Daffodil Love Letter

    That “last” day. Those “last” moments. I never expected him to call me to come home quickly that He was in great pain, yet turned to look me in the eye, squeeze my hand, and with his…