Author: Mo
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THE BASKET
It was the summer of 1968. I was 10 years old & it was my turn to stay with my grandparents for the 5th grade school year. They lived in Alexandria Virginia. I was a little nervous about going to the city school but wasn’t going to miss my turn to go. Previously, we had…
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Gumby Syndrome
The month of January is now a memory with February a third gone already. Illness reared its’ ugly head the 2nd week of the New Year and wants to stick around as long as I allow it. Sometimes it’s not an option to change your status and just “get well”, therefore, I take adapt the…
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WAITING
I wait on God with the same anticipation as waiting for the return of Summer. I look forward to Summers arrival and God’s answer to my prayers, knowing both will arrive right on time! Waiting is our destiny as creatures who cannot by themselves, bring about what they hope for…… Lewis Smedes Profound! Let’s be…
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The Priceless Christmas Gift
Each Christmas, ( and sometimes in-between) a memory comes back to me of a day long ago when times were hard and buying gifts at Christmas was a challenge. Struggle makes us more resourceful, even if we don’t like it at the time we are going through it. If you have never struggled, you may…
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1974 A Cold Day in Pennsylvania
It was somewhere around 1974, I was working for a residential/commercial cleaning company, ACT of America located in King of Prussia, Pa. This was roughly 20 min or so from my then Collegeville address. Winters in Pa were always cold, and looooong……. A typical day started around 8. Get to the office and get our…
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It is all about M.E.
well…isn’t it? Some years back, I lived a short distance from the Chesapeake Bay in southern Maryland. One lazy autumn afternoon, as I walked along the shore, reluctantly saying goodbye to the last of summers warmth, I took a seat on the sand to soak in the awesome beauty. I sat there watching the waves roll…
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Dirt Road Diary
The Rest Of The Story We should not Live to Work, We should Work to Live. I read that somewhere and it resonated with me. Somewhere on the Journey along the Dirt Road, I came to learn there must always be “Balance” between the two. For many, many years I have been on this journey…
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