Seam Ripper

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There she goes again, ripping out the seams. Doesn’t she know it will leave holes? I wish I could hold it all  together for her. She thinks she might be better off alone. Bits of thread lie scattered on the … Continued

Half a Year

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My baby is six months old,that wiggly, giggly baby of mine–that holdable, foldable babywho is with me almost all the time.That rooting, scooting babycould soon get up and go.Gone is the snarfing, barfing babythat I used to know. Half a … Continued

Sitting

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If you’re a Martha, not a Mary,think twice before you have a babyand plan on spending lots of timejust sitting at His feet.Make all your many preparationsbut don’t forget about the patiencebecause, above all elsethat’s the thing you’re going to … Continued

Don’t Get Old

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“Don’t get old!” she says to me.(She is ninety-two.)But I’m not sure there’s anything elsethat I can do. Knowing that I am still youngand knowing what I don’t,sometimes I wish for long-term ageon a short-term loan. Someday I’ll know a … Continued

Do-It-Yourselfishness

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It’s good if you like to do it yourself.We like to do it ourselves, ourselves.Home cooking, home brewing, and self home repair––we birth our own babies, we build our own shelves. It’s good to take pride in the work that … Continued

Chicken Coop

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He’s building me a chicken coopthat rolls around the yard,so dealing with the chicken poopshouldn’t be too hard. He’s making sure this chicken coopis structurally sound.We’ll have to get the neighbors’ helpto roll the thing around!

Blood-Chocolate Level

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That’s why I’ve been cranky–my blood-chocolate was low!That’s why life was dim and dark.I’m glad that now I know.It’s bad to be in a bad mood,but you know what’s even worse?When you don’t know why you’re in it–now that’s a … Continued

Good Sabbath

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Oh, Good Sabbath, welcome rest!Come put up your feet.Sit with me upon the couchand thank God for this week.But first, Good Sabbath, let me ask:would you like a cup of tea?Or coffee, water, juice or milk?A little bite to eat?Good Sabbath, … Continued

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