cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
“Well, it will be 364 days until we get to have fun again.” This comment came from my 7 year old son as he and I were relaxing after the chaos of Christmas morning. My heart ached as I heard him say this. Memories of my own Christmas morning disappointments surfaced.
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It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Our family had intentionally gone to church early that morning so we could head out into the beautiful Colorado Mountains and explore what God had for us. The sky had my favorite wispy clouds streaked through them.
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“You have my permission to consider all men as bastards until they individually prove otherwise.” That sentence shook me awake from my mental flight.
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