Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
Jumping onto the “guest poster” bandwagon, we have my Patient Husband. — For the last two years, I’ve had a personalized plate that reads “SHADOWFAX”. Okay, not quite, but it was a fairly recognizable seven-letter compression of the name. I…
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Aug 23rd Blog Topic Looking back, what minor event in you life made a major outcome on how things turned out? I’ll give you two, one good and one bad. The bad: At summer camp just after we moved to…
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Husband: Sweetie, are you okay? Wife: Yes, sir. I’m fine. Husband: You look tired. Come sit with me for a bit. Wife: Yes, sir. {sits rigidly on the couch beside her spouse.} Husband puts his arm around her and she…
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I always thought of forgiving yourself as psychobabble bunk, but in light of what I wrote yesterday about the prodigal son, it makes sense. (If it is, in fact, psychobabble bunk, that’s what the comment box is for: please tell…
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A young mom needs prayers, if you don’t mind. She’s the wife of my Patient Husband’s gamer friend (they play SFB together when they get a chance.) She’s been battling some form of cancer for a while now, and recently…
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Parable: the prodigal son. Today we take on the younger son. We always hear about the older son because the parable ends with him not yet responding to his father. Jesus frames the parable in such a way that we…
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Today we have a special FIRST on the weblog. It’s our first guest post, and I’m thrilled. Christine (aka Oxymoroness of Etiquettehell) posted this story there, and it’s too good not to request permission to pick it up and carry…
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Dear Patient Husband: If you’re reading this, do NOT be surprised if you come home to find the dishwasher sitting at the edge of the driveway with its suitcase packed, half a bottle of dishwashing detergent sitting on top of…
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I believe God likes tying up loose ends. God’s an author, after all (The Author) and authors don’t like leaving loose ends in their work except to get the reader to keep reading. God’s writing a pretty big series, so…
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The first sign of pregnancy with Kiddo#2 was that I cried during the opening credits of My Neighbor Totoro. You know, that sad opening song? Hey let’s go, hey let’s go! I’m happy as can be! Let’s go walking, you…
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