A Guy Does Not Need Armor To Shine

By Sarah Onderdonk 

I read a review recently of a book called Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man by Steve Harvey. I'm not endorsing the book because I haven't read it. But there was an intriguing excerpt in People magazine that's worth a second glance. According to the author, there are three ways to tell if a man loves you:
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One Heartbeat at a Time

By Khristy Hullett 

My kids and I recently filmed a video for church for Mother's Day set to the Steven Curtis Chapman song “One Heartbeat at a Time.” I've seen the video in part; they're still polishing the final product. What I have seen assures me that this will be an amazing keepsake—a moment frozen in time of my children at 7, 4, and 2. I adore them and am so delighted to see them growing up to be special little people. I've found it hard to let them go, and I'm still adjusting to the great strides they're making in standing on their own two feet, but today that's not what struck me as I drove down the road in my Mom Mobile (minivan).
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One Potato Two Potato Three Potato Four

By Marty Norman  

How do you make decisions?  Do you sit down and map out a strategy weighing the pros and cons, the potential up and down sides?  Do you seek counsel from advisors? Or do you jump in feet first and pray that your decisions won’t cause a catastrophe down the line?

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Sixty is the New Forty

By Jane Thornton 

Sixty is the new forty, right? That’s what I like to tell myself, anyway, as I begin the final approach to fifty. This philosophy would put me in my twenties. That sounds right since I like to keep a young, vital self-image frozen in my subconscious, avoiding mirrors that remind me of its frailty.
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Ask

By Khristy Hullett 

I went to the grocery store tonight. I usually moan and complain about the chore, but I usually don't mean it. I love having everything put up—a place for everything and everything in its place and all that. My pantry and fridge are full at the moment, just waiting for my family to come along and deplete them. I don't love the laundry, but I love putting the folded clothes in my kids' drawers. I don't love cleaning the house every Thursday, but I love the feeling when I'm done—the house smells clean and fresh, and everything is spic and span. I don't love changing the sheets every Friday, but I love slipping under clean, neat covers on Friday night.
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