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Merely Musing: One slightly used puppy dog...
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One voice in the midst of many. Useful Links and Other Blogs. Dare to Read: the Book of Concord. Living With Bob (Dysautonomia). Meet, Write, and Salutary. My Life with Myrtle (Amos' Blog). Snippets from the Christian Book of Concord. St Paul's Lutheran Church (Sermons). The Count It All Joy Show. The Sweet Pea Society. The Things of Life. What Is In My Head. What Not to Burn. Life on the floor. Ill have a salad. What is in a name. One slightly used puppy dog. Somewhat more than a slug. I am so exhausted.
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Strands of Grey: February 2010
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Monday, February 8, 2010. I am a dreamer by night, not usually by day. I have dreams of people and places, decisions, emotional dreams, spiritual dreams. I have dreams of my Mom. But I’m thankful for the dream for through it I remember her again. I want to dream a little more. How I miss her! How I miss those early Alz days when she was the most precious person you’d ever come to know. How gracefully she’s handled Alzheimer’s, by the grace of God. How He’s sustained her! Even so, “Come, Lord Jesus!
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Strands of Grey: February 2011
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Tuesday, February 1, 2011. We all have things we don’t like to clean up after. Our desks. Dirty dishes. Laundry. The car. Emotional messes or consequences from careless words. Cleaning up, in any sense of the concept, is hard work. But, we aren’t like that, are we? Our sin isn’t like that. We’re dirty, messy, and often weary. Paul Miller, in his book A Praying Life, says,. When she woke, I embraced her tenderly and enthusiastically and said, “Honey, no matter how many times you get dirty, I will al...
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Strands of Grey: April 2010
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Friday, April 16, 2010. My List of Things to Do. We pulled into the parking lot, opened the car doors, and were greeted by an elderly woman who inquired if we would like her cart. I quickly and rather kindly responded, “Oh, no thank you! We plan to use a basket today! 8221; Cheerily, I walked to the trunk to retrieve our shopping bags and then stopped dead in my tracks. I thought to myself, “Oh my. That poor woman! She doesn’t want to take that cart back herself! What was I thinking? We govern and plan o...
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Strands of Grey: October 2012
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Thursday, October 11, 2012. Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the oe’r fraught heart and bids it break.” (Shakespeare). What does she feel? What are her thoughts? Will I ever really know? Deep down inside of me, I cannot seem to let go of this wound, this deep ache of recognizing that my mother is indeed dying. How do we live knowing that, and yet continue to press on? What is the difference, I have often wondered, between the grieving of a believer verses a non-believer? Often Do...
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Strands of Grey: November 02 Archive
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012. And yet there is this indescribable joy that fills my heart when I am with my mom, my dear “Turtle”! She is the sweetest thing. God has truly blessed us these last few weeks with precious times. On any given day, people may ask, “Jocelyn, how is your mom? I have never before felt such peace and security in my relationship with our eternal God. Did you have fun with S? You like him, don’t you? My mom says the things that most people never dare to say, and there is something so...
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My Life with Myrtle: July 2012
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My Life with Myrtle. Friday, July 13, 2012. My new aunt Marie and uncle Paul came to stay in the basement space for a while. That means the basement has been off limits to me for seven weeks. I'm bereft. However, having them here hasn't been all that bad. You see, they are Amos fans! And pretty much anything I do is adorable to them. Wise folk. That means three sets of dishes for me to lick, rather than a mere one! Myrtle, aunt Marie, and uncle Paul were busy play a game.a long game.for hours....Someo...
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My Life with Myrtle: April 2015
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My Life with Myrtle. Tuesday, April 21, 2015. I was pursuing the Internet the other day, sitting in Myrtle's lap, when something caught my eye:. Frankly, I believe that Myrtle has been a bit selfish with her corn. After all, she has never. Given me an ear on which to chow down. Still, don't you think that Myrtle ought to start making me an ear of corn when she cooks corn? I do Perhaps you could start an Internet campaign to change her mind? This is my life with Myrtle. Amos Adams signing off!
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Strands of Grey: October 2001 Archive
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Friday, August 31, 2012. Dear friends, you have observed the journal of my thoughts. You are the lines on which I pen this story. In fact, you have become a part of the story, because in reading you share in the memories of my family. What will happen when I can no longer hear her voice? What will happen when I can not feel her gentle touch, or smell the scent on her pillow, or see her smile at dad? Can we have some more time? When will she forget my face? Mom is sitting on my bed right now. She is h...
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Strands of Grey: August 2012
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Friday, August 31, 2012. Dear friends, you have observed the journal of my thoughts. You are the lines on which I pen this story. In fact, you have become a part of the story, because in reading you share in the memories of my family. What will happen when I can no longer hear her voice? What will happen when I can not feel her gentle touch, or smell the scent on her pillow, or see her smile at dad? Can we have some more time? When will she forget my face? Mom is sitting on my bed right now. She is h...