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Gracee spends more time at home these days. As a result, Grandma maintains an ever-dwindling supply of clothes. She slept here several nights this week, though, which presented a school morning challenge. I usually set out two or three possible outfits for her to choose from. The other morning, the conversation went something like this. “I can’t wear that butterfly . . . → Read More: Shabby Chic Some fun names for animal groups. A congregation of alligators.A shrewdness/troop of apes.A troop/flange/congress/rumpus of baboons.A cete of badgers. A sloth/sleuth of bears (general.)A litter of cubs (bears.)A colony/family of beavers.A sute of bloodhounds.A herd/troop/gang/obstinancy of buffalo.A clutter/clowder/pounce/dout/nuisance/glorying/glare of cats (general.)A kindle/litter/intrigue of kittens.A destruction of cats (wild.)A coalition of cheetahs.A kine of cows. A flink of . . . → Read More: Gathered Together – Word Fun With Animals I remember Judy. Her eyes especially. They lit up a room. Contagious joy. I didn’t know her when her eyes were dark. When she wandered in darkness. Social cliff climber. Addicted. Swinger. Adulteress. Occult dabbler. Traveling the reprobate road. She sent her children to neighbors, friends, and daycares so she could do her own thing. Enslaved to sin. Empty. Until she panicked . . . → Read More: I Saw the Light Abby and I went to my niece’s baby shower yesterday. We had to go around the circle and introduce ourselves. When my mom’s turn came, she gave her name and said, “This is all MY fault.” At my turn, I said, “I’m her daughter, her mother, her sister, and her aunt. And yeah (pointing to my mom), it’s all . . . → Read More: Whose fault? Last week Bonnie Gray invited me in a blog comment here to take a “What If” challenge. Brainstorm five “what if” questions, she said. Fast. Choose one. And then let’s jam about it. Like today. A week later. Say what? I’ve learned not to stew in a pot of “what if’s” or swim in an ocean of regrets any . . . → Read More: So Long. Good-bye. Farewell. Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore, honor God with your body. I wrote about some turkeys the other day on Beholding God. And I wondered, “What do you call a bunch of turkeys anyway?” And then I stumbled on some way cool words to describe them. And other birds. For instance, here are some of my favorites. In no particular order. A rafter/posse/gang of turkeys.A pandemonium/prattle of parrots.A pitying of . . . → Read More: Gathered Together – Word Fun with Birds Trinity Touch Times. “Gathering to touch our community in simple ways.” The church flowing out of the church. Being the church. Loving and caring and surprising. With no strings attached. Just random acts of kindness to “show God’s love in a practical way.” Like hanging around a self-service laundry with a handful of quarters. Like staking out a gas station with a handful . . . → Read More: Thanks–I Needed That! I almost missed it. Nose in Bible. Pen in journal. But I looked up. Out into the field. And watched a male turkey try to gain the attention of several females. Who paid him no mind. He fluffed. He fanned. He followed. Back and forth. The caboose on the train. The shovel in the parade. At one point a second male approached the . . . → Read More: I Almost Missed It I’ve been stalking K.M. Weiland for some time. Hanging out at her website. Dogging her around the blogs. Soaking in life advice and writing wisdom. Admiring her gifts of detail and discipline. Immersing myself in the middle ages in her new book, Behold the Dawn. And she has such a sweet spirit. I want to be . . . → Read More: K.M. Weiland: One-Word/One-Line Interview |
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