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When tomorrow came, it was 2:30 in the morning
The phone rang, I immediately picked up and heard my daughter Mandy's voice on the other end. "Mom, Pappa just passed away. I'm so sorry Mom." She cried and so…
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It still seems like yesterday so it’s not yet tomorrow
This morning I woke up early. It’s not really early, it still seems like yesterday so it’s not yet tomorrow. I’m roaming around the house trying not to wake everyone…
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The wolf was uber scary when Dad was right
I grew up with my Dad reading me the story of “Little Red Riding Hood” in Finnish (my parents come from Finland). Translated to Finnish it’s called, “Pieni Punahilkka.” The…
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My heart wasn’t into it and it showed, more parenting advice
A pet peeve of my mother’s was when I would do what she asked, but not with a heart for it. She chose me often to clean the bathroom because…
Flowers in my mother’s vase for Mother’s Day
It’s the day after Mother’s Day, remembering my mother
It’s the day after Mother’s Day and I’m sitting alone in the quiet, early morning hours. Getting up early is not new to me. While I’d love to have a…
Sitting in the airport lounge not even complaining
About a week ago, I was flying on the red eye to Liberia from South Africa. It was a long, but thankfully uneventful, journey. I wasn’t prepared for the heat…
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Going to cover two cushions, how important can a chair be?
I want to tell you the story of when I went on a mission when I lived in Burundi to cover two cushions for my rocking chair. This chair is…
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It makes no sense when facing unspoken moments of choice
The past few weeks have been harsh. I'm tempted to think, "If this is what the beginning of the year looks like, I'm not looking forward to how the rest…
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The to-do list, why don’t you write one?
The post expresses the author's journey in a long-lasting marriage filled with differing habits especially about organizing. The author tends to get things done without writing lists, in contrast to her husband who lives by them. Facing these differences, they have learned to accommodate each other's tendencies over forty years of marriage, and have worked collaboratively in raising children, serving as missionaries, and managing administrative tasks, all without keeping score of who does more. The post emphasizes it's the lessons learned in putting each other's welfare first that matters.