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    “That’s okay. You didn’t need them anyway,” my brother voiced.    His words were sweetness to my rejected 9th grade ears. They shed a ray of sunshine to this gal’s heavy, rejected, you-didn’t-make-the-team heart. They brought hope, that maybe, just maybe, there was life after rejection.   Negativity swirled in my brain the…

    It’s a week for love, is it not? Maybe it’s a different type of love, this one we’re focusing on today. But it has its place at the very core of our being.    It’s a love that weathers all storms, delivering its personalized mail through rain, sleet, hail, and snow. Nothing can…

  “Sometimes those that are the hardest to love are the ones who need it the most, Kristi,” she said. I winced at those words. Hard people are hard to love. Period.  But her words were a gold mine. They always were. They dripped with wisdom at every syllable, so I took note.   I looked…

Leaving the past behind ~ linking up with Suzie Eller at #Livefree Thursday. There’s a sweetness, an air of beauty to Ruth. The strength in her flow, in everywhere she goes, cries out that Ruth is a God girl.    She’s my hero.   In Tuesday’s post we skipped through Ruth 1 and garnered strength…

Like winter’s transition into spring, new will unfold. It’s coming. Are you ready for the new season?   The frigid temperatures and glistens of white, each individual snowflake crafted by the most authentic and clever Artist in the universe, will soon disappear, leaving little to no trace of their existence. They will, however, leave behind…

Ugh. Look at that mess. Again.   The crowd of crumbs congregated. Papers lay strewn. Shirts, coats, and socks that reeked like last year’s laundry were tossed about as if a tornado had somehow ventured into our faithful Ellie.   Again.   There were light morsels, dark ones, itty bitty bitty ones. Clinging to seats,…

  I’m not running away, really.    But you might think so after this morning’s post that popped up on Bearing Branch. Did you see it? (I deleted it, by the way.) I’m still scratching my head as to how the unfinished puppy was published. Maybe it was a tired mama mistake?    Let’s connect…