Author: Bethany Howard
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Unity: Is it what you think it is?
These two intertwined, reading as one. Their leaves betray their unity. One with golden yellow and one with verdant green. There are two trees here but it is hard to see where one begins and one ends. The yellow leaves make the green leaves more vibrant and the green leaves make the yellow leaves…
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Story
Today I am over at Nanette Kirch’s blog for her book, Denial: Abuse, Addiction, and a Life Derailed. Hop over here to read the post and check out her book! If you are visiting here because of visiting Denial’s blog, I am glad you are here! Welcome to this little place called Searching…
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I Want To Be Part of the Change. (But Do I Really?)
I say that I want things to change: I want to love my family better. This needs to change. The #metoo stories are heavy on my heart. This needs to change. The way our systems benefit some people and make life really hard for others is a travesty. This needs to change. And I…
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When Love Catches Me Off Guard
He sat in front of me. My sweet, little man – right at my knees. He melted me. Just because he is mine. Just because he is. Just because. I marveled how I have always loved this sweet little head. Sometimes when I hug him, hold him, it is easy to imagine…
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The Gift of Conversation
I made a new friend today. She asked if she could sit at my table at the coffee shop. I said, “Of course!” She sat and started asking questions. She was comfortable in her skin and embraced the day and the moment. I, comfortable in my own skin, embraced the moment as well and…
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Motherhood is hard.
I was doing some research this week and came upon a website that had a pop-up, as so many websites do. I don’t have anything against pop-ups as I understand they are a necessary thing. However, this pop-up made me upset. I was on a mom site. And the title of pop-up was: It said something…
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There Are Things That I Am Not Meant to Carry
A friend passed along a bag of clothes that included a perfect-for-fall, mustard-yellow purse. I switched purses on the way home from church. No need to delay. And now when I see my friend I wonder what she thinks when she sees me with the mustard-yellow purse that is now a messy, bulging, mustard-yellow…
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I Don’t Know How a Heart Can Hold All of This.
There is a little tepee in my back yard. My dad built it just about a year ago with sticks and string. It now has vines meandering up it and a wind chime that welcomes when the wind blows. I smile each time I look at it. It makes me think of love, fun and…
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The Pause
Words. Power. Stronger than a fist. Impact. A wrecking ball or a mason. What will your words do? Build up or tear down? Words aren’t just noise wasted breath nor are they instantly cast aside. Our mouths, our words are either tools of destruction or construction. There’s not really an in-between. Even though we think…
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You Are Not Connected: When Words Fail
My computer often brings up a screen that says: You Are Not Connected to the Internet. I usually am aware that I am not connected, however, there are times when I am trying to get something accomplished and it just doesn’t work. Click. Click. No movement. No cooperation. Not going where I want it…
