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broken spine
When I read a book, I tend to break its spine. By the time the last sentence is read, the cover is a little worn and the pages a tad more tattered. When I read Gone With the Wind last month, I ripped the book into two pieces because it was just too big to…
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sand dollar joy
Joy feels far these days, and I don’t know exactly why. It’s like a sand dollar buried on the beach. You don’t know where it is, but you know it’s somewhere, so you keep on walking until you find it. You keep slapping your bare foot against the wet sand, hoping to feel the bulge…
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the first of one thousand gifts
It was a rough day. I walk into my first class (third period) and the kids want to know if I’m mad. I haven’t even said a word yet. Am I mad? No, I’m exhausted. I’m insecure. I don’t know what I’m doing, and their complaints and eye rolls only serve as a constant reminder…
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eager and waiting
dear God, let me be patient for your plans to come to light. let me patient for all the work that you still have yet to complete in me. You know my heart. You know my desires. they beat within me, and sometimes it feels as if they beat me. but God. You made me…
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pounding in rhythm
Today I woke up to the neighbors doing some construction on the only wall that separates me from them. To the offbeat rhythm of hammers pounding, I made some coffee, ate my cornflakes, and took a shower. Knowing how typical it is for the pounding to go the entire day, I dug my iPod out…
a scribble of jo 
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