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Monday, May 16, 2016. Is it Vanity or Grace. While looking for a Bible verse for a completely different thought, I came upon this reading that touches on the pursuit of happiness in this life. Which will you choose? For what profit comes to mortals from all the toil and anxiety of heart with which . They toil under the sun? How can we dete.
The life and times in the Hannig house of learning. or mayhem, whatever the case may be. Waiting for you to look my way. He got me coke when I was grouchy and needed one. We went to lunch and discussed things like friends, things he needed to work out. He and mom became peaceful together. Monday, December 20, 2010. Ellie does not want to impress me.
Saturday, November 4, 2017. After giving up alcohol for 10 months during pregnancy. So anyway, I did it. I had my baby! The on.
I rescued a rat terrier puppy from a no-kill shelter. This blog is about living with a rescue animal; the joy, the tears, the satisfaction. Tuesday, July 08, 2014. She is overjoyed at our return! It is hard to believe she is nearly 10 years old. She still acts like a puppy when she is excited. You gotta love this dog! Rat Terriers are the best! Links to this post. Friday, May 31, 2013.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014. A Time to Mourn and a Time to Dance. Sometimes we need moments to mourn the brokenness of this fallen world. To grieve the fact that there is so much loss in our own lives and in the lives of those we love; loss of life, relationships, and hope for the future. Today was one of those days for me. I sat in my quiet living room and cried. Brokenness is inevitable in this world tainted by sin. Sometimes we need to take time in our lives to let that soak in.
Sunday, November 17, 2013. Wednesday, December 19, 2012. Where Are You Christmas? Oh, There You Are. Boom! Those tears of frustration quickly shifted to subtle warm tears of Christmas Spirit joy and thankfulness and I so.
Reflective Parenting informed by psychology, inspired by real life with Sophia. Tuesday, January 20, 2015. I am an anxious mother. Or rather, a mother who is anxious. With this anxiety comes the gift of prescience. I can see all possible catastrophes before they befall my daughter. Is she about to do a forward flip on the chair and a half? I yank her away from, if not certain death, two broken legs. Is this hovering or saving my impulsive kid from a trip to the emergency room? .