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    Groundhog Days, Groceries, and Gospel

    What’s that they say about the Ides of March? Beware… This middle of March when Spring flirts with our hearts, but Winter stabs us in the back. Things that shouldn’t feel so difficult, do. Even a grocery store trip can be insufferable, especially when it seems I have tiny conspirators working against me. Oh, my kids know how to topple me. It’s not like they even intend to; it’s just that they have ideas, and needs, and demands, and emotions. And my own emotions instruct me to climb back into bed until Spring and the Sun make some kind of commitment to remain. I’m outnumbered and my patience and strength…

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    Our Only Hope in Life and Death

    It’s so unrealistic and unnecessary – this anxiety I feel when I ship the kids off to the grandparents’ house. The furnace is broken. So the month of March feels the same inside as it does outside. Cold and hard. The cracks and crevices betray this old house’s aged bones. Of course the kids are better off in the warmth of my parents’ home. But I’m sitting here wrapped in fleece waiting for tomorrow’s furnace repair, and this silence that I was sure I craved feels hollow and unnatural. As soon as they’re gone I miss their noise. Silly. They’ll be home in no time. But the silence allows time…