Wise instruction from unchanging truths? Poetic verse and metaphor have a way of piquing my brain. Warnings and instructions. Adventures or tragedies. I want to dig deeper. Learn more. They’re like ghost stories without the
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The man. WW2 Soldier. Faithful husband. Dad. Storyteller. A Father of three quirky daughters, and a daddy to one of the fairest butterfly fairy-wannabes. Me. My dad will always be my first hero. He’s the
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A redhead with two green thumbs? Born and raised in New York City, a feisty redhead sprung into action the day after tulips and daffodils poked their heads up after a long winter’s slumber. Small
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Nature’s call A screech owl’s trills, calls, and hoots might calm the weary traveler, like the lone Whitetail who forages in the forest near my cabin. I press my face against the glass slider to
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I may have bitten off more than I can chew and it’s not even Thanksgiving yet. While I believe the abundance of my favorite season’s harvest means more than picking apples in North Carolina, baking
Read moreOur Authors Janet Beagle, PhD is the founder of The Mustard Patch, where she blogs tiny seeds of Christian reflection. Her writing has appeared in The Word in Season and Focus on the Family’s Clubhouse magazine, among others.
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When goodness and love fill a father’s gigantic heart… With Father’s Day approaching, childhood memories remind me how blessed I am to say I had a kind and generous dad. The goodness and love of
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My mother’s way… or bust? “She had a way with food, gardens, and men.” Aunt Millie’s smile always widened as she told stories about my mother’s ways. I recalled many nostalgic stories while driving to
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Learning and page-turning… I remember when my husband and I played board games with our sons and how there were many routes to the Candy Land or Monopoly finish line. They all chose their individual
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Oh, how the Father loves us… I love you, Father, for all that you are. You’re the scent of my favorite Flower—Winter’s first snow. You’re a bird’s song in spring and summer’s warm water. The
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