No-one tells you how miserable it is to potty-train a child before you have one of your own. I suppose it wouldn’t have mattered. Before I had kids, I believed all those parenting horror stories were the direct result of irresponsible and incompetent parents. I was not one of those parents, therefore those stories didn’t…

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Most days this spring, at least one of my children races into the house, clutching a warm squished fistful of blooms from the yard:   already brown, wilted dandelions   stubs of orange and surprisingly fragrant pansies    the first petal from a rose bush   balls of flowers the size of oranges The first few (or several)…

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Spring’s new life explodesFree of winter’s cold shacklesReckless abandon-Haiku by Joy Spring colors glow. Ever notice that?The greens are brighter, the pinks more radiant, the blues deeper, the reds bolder. I marvel at God’s paintbrush.

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Joy is my middle name. No, I mean it. I go by my middle name. Most people who meet me say it fits perfectly. I say that’s debatable. Except that maybe, just maybe, it’s easier to find and revel in everyday joy when you’ve languished in grief, loss, fear, and long long labor with little…

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(This is the fourth part in a series. Click the links to read the rest of the series: One – Going Back to the Beginning, Two – Stuck Between Two Horses, Three – The Wrong God, Five – Of Simmering, Resting, and Labels, Six – He Is Not a Tame Lion, and Seven – Letters…

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