The Old Pink Robe Ain’t What She Used to Be

Years ago my mom bought a pink chenille robe for a hundred dollars. It was a special robe – floor length, pockets and an attached belt – everything she had been searching for in a robe. For ten years she’s worn the robe faithfully. Cuddled up on the couch, down the sidewalk to grab the paper, standing out on the deck to take the dog out, in a suitcase from Georgia to Texas and back several times – that robe has seen a few miles. However, like everything else in life, over time the robe is beginning to look a little worn. Years of washing and wearing have taken a toll on the precious pink garment. The chenille is worn out in places, leaving thin patches of fabric polka-dotting the robe. The color has faded to a pale shade of baby pink. The shawl collar is limp and the coffee and ice cream stains that dribble the front of the robe don’t add anything to its already humble state. 

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Where’s the Power?

Do you ever wonder where your spiritual power is? Of course it’s in Christ…but I mean…do you ever feel like you’ve misplaced it with your keys and then you search and search…until you find it’s been there all along?

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Are We There Yet?

My kids are really good travelers. It’s a wonderful thing, since much of our extended family lives 800 miles away. But probably just like with your kids, there comes a time in the trip where “How much longer?” and “Are we there yet?” become echoes from the deep back seat of boredom. The DVD player has been tuned out, coloring books are littering the floorboard, and crayons are melting between the seats. They’ve had enough.
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I Quit!

My four-year-old son attends a half-day preschool program offered by our church. Recently after a two-week break from school I went in his room to wake him up and the first words out of his mouth were, “I quit!”
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Stuck in the Mud

It had rained all month long. Literally. I was discouraged and worried that my tender garden, planted just 13 weeks earlier wouldn’t be able to absorb much more rain. I decided it was time to venture out into my soppy, muddy garden and inspect the damage. I slipped on a pair of old flip-flops, grabbed my garden hoe, gloves and pail, and trotted to the back of the property where my garden was planted.
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