Journeys
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The Storage Unit.
You never really know how much stuff you have accumulated until you consider throwing it out. Or donating it. Or moving it into a storage unit. After a couple of weeks of interviews and offers and many many prayers for God’s will to prevail over the entire situation by me, my parents, and anyone else… Read more
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Back to the Rodeo.
I attended a high school where most of the kids wore ropers, so if I say that something isn’t my first rodeo, who knows, I could mean that literally. Take, for example, running a household where my husband is away working for months (or years) at a time. Been there, done that. My husband’s phone… Read more
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The Box.
The day after my husband’s firing, a file box (and my husband’s final paycheck) arrived via courier. It was difficult to imagine how fourteen years of work life could fit into a moving carton and an envelope. By the time it arrived, everyone in our house was deeply involved in the process of moving on… Read more
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Rude Awakenings.
There are few things like losing a job to inform you of who your real friends are. While I was praying and fasting and praying some more, my husband soon discovered that the vast majority of the people who he knew as friends would not even return his phone calls or text messages once word… Read more
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