I haven’t written anything other than school papers for a while and obviously I am rusty and wordy. Thank you for your grace. May we live and move and breathe in His grace. May we be ambassadors of His grace today. With all my heart, Sonia...
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It’s been a rough year and a half. That, I’ll need to write about someday. But today is just a start to get those rusty wheels cranking. I’m surprised I even remember how to post a blog post. (Is that even the right way to say it?) My poor, neglected blog. Just sitting ...
"I am sorry to own I began to worry them. This was already a fresh departure for me. I was not used to get things that way, you know. I always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go. I wouldn't have believed it of myself; but,then—you see—I fe...
are not limited by the infinity of hell, hölle, gehenna – ready to melt soul and fate and limb, teeth gnawing in dumb worn-down ecstasy toothless grins of grandpa or baby oblivious to the black vultures descending like death eaters at a red dawn; ...
Wickfield,‘for meaning abroad, and not at home?’ ‘No,’returned the Doctor. ‘I am bound to believe you, and of course I do believe you,’said Mr. Wickfield.‘It might have simplified my office very much, if I had known it before. But I confess I entertained another impression....
But, Rusty’s whole world has now changed. It changed when he tasted a bit of people food. Once he found out what people ate, his food didn’t taste as good to him as it used to. Whenever he now sees us seated at the table, he stands on his short hind legs and taps us on ...
He pulls up to Maude’s Diner in his old rusty Ford pickup truck. You can hear from the radio music that’s straight out of Nashville. He hops out, dressed in worn Wrangler jeans that look like they hadn’t been washed in a month of Sundays. His old cowboy boots are so worn they...
It was some time, if I recollect right, in the early part of the fall of 1808, that a stranger applied for lodgings at the Independent Columbian Hotel in Mulberry Street, of which I am landlord. He was a small, brisk-looking old gentleman, dressed in a rusty black coat, a pair of...
birthday at Christmas. I will update with a picture a little later of the one year old. I love that this activity will be a new story from the Bible and the neat puzzle that goes with it telling the real meaning of Christmas and why we celebrate. It is something parents can use from...