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Category Archives: Stories
Stories of faith or antecdotes
A Tribute to Mother-Part 1
This is part 1 of a 6 part series entitled, “A Tribute to Mother.” I actually found this in a file entitled “Memories” I have no idea how long ago I wrote this. My mother died 7 years ago after … Continue reading →
Leave Your Dignity at Home
There is no way to be a hospital patient and experience a sense of dignity. As a nurse, I can talk about body parts and bodily functions much as a teacher would talk about homework and glue. It becomes part … Continue reading →
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Papa Doesn’t Have Spell Check
The following story came by email today. It is the first one I have ever seen written by my precious first grade granddaughter. I read it with delight and pride. “The Qwen and the Prinsess, Wans thar was a Qwen … Continue reading →
Too Much Red Ink
It’s not hard to remember the sinking feeling that came with getting an assignment back from a teacher and finding it all marked up with red ink. It’s not a very long journey from, “I got a failing grade” to … Continue reading →
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We Need Some Fresh Ideas
I was asked to retrieve some stories from the people who were part of the beginning days of our church; those who had been a part of the fellowship for more than fifty years. One anecdote came to my mind … Continue reading →
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Sleepover at Seventy
I think that when I was seven years old, we called it “staying overnight” or “pajama party.” Now I hear my grandchildren talking about “sleepover.” I think all of these terms generally refer to spending the night at a friend’s … Continue reading →
Grateful for Heritage
My Grandmother was baptized in this church in 1876. It is still standing wrapped by the mountains and waterfalls of Telemark, Norway. It was my privilege, to kneel at this alter and pray, “Fader var, du som er I himmelen! … Continue reading →
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Following Jesus to the Finish Line
She always wheels halfway into the hallway so she can watch me walk away. When I get to the corner I turn and wave. There is one more hall before the elevator. The sadness settles in for me as reflect … Continue reading →
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Do You Know Why You Are Here?
To acknowledge that aging is a diminishing experience is easy in the abstract. When it becomes personal it is more difficult. I am walking with a friend for whom an extended care facility has become her only choice. She is … Continue reading →
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For This I Need My Dad
I think we were either in second or third grade. We were the only two girls in our one room grade school. That alone would have created a space for becoming best buddies, but we also loved being together. We … Continue reading →
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