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Thunderstorms are my favorite thing. The crack of lightning, the rumble of thunder. Strong rain on my roof and me, warm in my bed, watching. Let me amend this to say that thunderstorms are my favorite thing when I am in a safe, warm, dry place. If I were camping, or stuck on the side of the road, or walking home from the bus stop, they might feel far more menacing, and…

Day 11: Dogs

After our move to the country we figured the next step was to get a dog. We did some research and tried to pick a breed that would do well with little kids around and room to run. We settled on a Golden Doodle and a local breeder. When Barney Fife arrived at our house he was smaller than our smallest kid. Miles loved him immediately, leaning on him, following him around,…

Day Thirty-six: Hats

Whether it’s worn for comfort… or warmth… style… or sheer delight… Hats offer something to us, something we did not have moments before they found our head. I draw connections, it’s something I do all day long, while I drive or cook or clean or play Angry Birds on my phone. Today, I’m not going to do that. I’m just going to leave it here with the pictures and the initial thought…

considering hate…

Beloved, we love God because he first loved us. If anyone says, “I love God,” but hates his brother, he is a liar; for whoever does not love a brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen. This is the commandment we have from him: Whoever loves God must also love his brother. -1 Jn 4:19 Miles says he hates his brother but I know this isn’t…