The Ice Circles (#jammed daily devo, day 350)

December #jammed: Grace, gifted. Day 350: Let it Go. “I will never again remember…” Hebrews 10:17 “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation again …” I droned, and my daughter’s eyeball conquered. We spend a lot of time discussing the same issues. “What should I do, mom?” she asked. “Be kind, and include,” I repeated, after deleting all of the other thoughts and sentiments I…

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The One Daily Thing (#jammed daily devo, day 349)

December #jammed: Grace, gifted. Day 349: Turned inward too often. “Laziness lulls people into a deep sleep.” Proverbs 19:15a (VOICE) Padded feet came down the stairs in the dim light of morning …”morning cuddles momma,” my younger daughter demands. She climbs up into my lap most days and I’m happy to oblige her.   Morning cuddles remind me that I’m still here, still loved, still needed….

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The Holly and the Ivy (#jammed daily devo, day 348)

December #jammed: Grace, gifted. Day 348: Rivalry. “A true friend is closer than a brother.” Proverbs 18:24 Ivy is a climbing vine. Holly is a tree or shrub. I will never hear the “Holly and the Ivy” carol the same way after bearing witness to my two oppositely gifted daughters and their unspeakably close friendship. David and Jonathan’s friendship is highlighted in this verse. There is…

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The Hurting Humor (#jammed daily devo, day 347)

December #jammed: Grace, gifted. Day 347: Is it that funny? “When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say,     and she always says it kindly.” Proverbs 31:25 (MSG) “WHOA” I curtly interrupted, “That wasn’t funny, honey, that was mean!” Her cackles came to an abrupt end as confusion set in. I can’t remember what the joke was, but it was definitely a laugh at someone…

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The Picture Pages (#jammed daily devo, day 346)

December #jammed: Grace, given. Day 346: Picture this… “Parents, don’t come down too hard on your children or you’ll crush their spirits.” Colossians 3:21 (Message) Pages and pages of pictures flipped over as the newly arrived books were broken in on the sinking sofa cushions. Hours and hours of memories came alive off of those pages. Smiles and laughs and salty sea air. Sandy shoes and…

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