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Our Things are Better Now. The Amount of Shelling has Decreased – Зараз у нас все краще. Кількість обстрілів зменшилася
Our Things are Better Now. The Amount of Shelling has Decreased Зараз у нас все краще. Кількість обстрілів зменшилася *** We received the message below in response to the message sent to Igor on Sunday. Нижче ми отримали повідомлення у відповідь на повідомлення, надіслане Ігорю в неділю. *** My...
The Light Shines Upon the Chairs that You and Others Used to Sit – Світло сяє на стільцях, на яких раніше сиділи ви та інші
The Light Shines Upon the Chairs that You and Others Used to Sit Світло сяє на стільцях, на яких раніше сиділи ви та інші For many years before the pandemic, our friends from Ukraine, all pastors or seminary professors or both, would stay at our house for a little more than a week in March, while...
A Treasure Intangible – The Name of a Beautiful Little Baby Boy
A Treasure Intangible – The Name of a Beautiful Little Baby Boy I have a variety of little physical treasures, little things worthless to practically everyone else, that sit on the little two drawer chest in my study. One, the red glazed ashtray that I made in kindergarten, my first ever...
Memories of Christmas Trees, the Help of Grandsons & the Overflowing Hot Chocolate of Christmases Past
Written: Monday, December 3, 2018 We, my wife and I, put up the Christmas tree and the outside lights on Saturday. On Sunday, after the 90th birthday celebration of the woman I consider my second mother, my wife continued putting out and arranging the Christmas decorations and now the house...
When Moving Away from the Old, when Growing in New Directions
When we move away from the old, when we grow in new directions, when we grow out of and away from the ashes of old or damaging and debilitating thinking, or ways and paths of spiritual untruth, or intellectual and emotional quicksand, it also becomes necessary to build new structures, and new ways...
My Mom’s Fingers Upon Her Engagement Ring Box Waiting to Sail to the USA as a British War-Bride & Throughout Her Life in California
Sitting on the small, two-drawer chest somewhat in the middle of my study, is the small, brown, ring box, now worn and faded in places, that my mom’s engagement ring eventually came to rest in – a ring of 22k gold, my mom said, with three good-size sapphires and little diamonds in between - the...
Upon a Younger Sister’s Death – Day of Dissolution
On a Thursday, on a clear, warm, sunny day, a month after my sister Tania’s passing, we were finally able to have her funeral and burial, the delay due to the increased demand for mortuary and cemetery services because of pandemic deaths, and the restrictions then in place on public...
Treasures in My Life – An Old Tea Leaf Strainer
I collect and keep treasures, I always have. Many I have to this day, a few, taken away from me, have disappeared, others were only mine physically for a short while, but remain and continue to grow within me in worth and beauty, some day by day. Most of the treasures are treasures to...