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Words That Haunt, Part One

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From the song “Words”, by Hawk Nelson:

They’ve made me feel like a prisoner
They’ve made me feel set free
They’ve made me feel like a criminal
Made me feel like a king
They’ve lifted my heart
To places I’ve never been
And they’ve dragged me down
Back to where I began
Words can build you up
Words can break you down
Start a fire in your heart or
Put it out
Let my words be life
Let my words be truth
I don’t wanna say a word
Unless it points the world back to You

Words can haunt in many ways…


This is  me, the summer after 4th grade, when I was about 10. My cousin and I would each spend two weeks at the other’s house during summer vacation. One day, some neighborhood kids were over playing with us in her back yard. I overheard one of the girls whisper to another, as she looked my way, “Who is that girl over there, what’s her name? She’s really pretty.”

I felt so happy when I heard that. No one had ever said I was pretty before. Later in the day, I asked my cousin who she was, and every time I was there, I looked for her. You see, she made me feel good about myself, so I wanted to be around her.

Words that haunt, in a good way. Continue reading Words That Haunt, Part One →

The Four-Leaf Clover

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It’s been said that four-leaf clovers bring good luck. I don’t know about any of that, but they sure are fun to look for….

My mother always loved to hunt for four-leaf clovers. Years ago when my kids were small,  she’d  come over in the summer, offering to help with the weeding in the front yard. Invariably, she’d wind up searching through a patch of clover, looking for a four-leaf prize. She’d always find one. Continue reading The Four-Leaf Clover →

Letting go

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Sometimes, you have to let go of the past to make way for the future. For me, this has never been easy. I have a basement full of stuff to prove it! Yet there comes a time when something you’ve dreamed of for what feels like forever, well, it just becomes obvious that the dream is over.

And so it was with my Ford Falcon. Not just any old Falcon, mind you, but my favorite. A 1968 Ford Falcon Futura Sports Coupe, with a V-8. This baby used to turn heads back in a day. Any run to the local auto supply store was sure to elicit comments, compliments and questions.  I suppose because I was a woman involved in the hobby, it drew extra attention. Continue reading Letting go →