Beloved, the dusty road is full of ice. Yikes, for me it meant a snow day. I was unable to go to work, but by the time you read this, hopefully,…
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Beloved, the dusty road is an ice road now. Rain with cold temperatures turns sleet into ice. I came to Springfield to stay and my sweet friend’s son fell on the…
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Beloved, it is cold here in the Ozarks, this dusty road still has snow and some ice. Tomorrow morning we will possibly be below zero. Monday we may have the rain…
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Beloved, today on the dusty road it was a mixture of angst and blessings. The part I love the most is meeting with the patients and or their family. The…
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Beloved, daily on the dusty road I live on, I see the beauty of God’s creation: tall trees, a hay field, cows, sheep, horses, goats, bunnies, possums, and skunks. The best…
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Beloved, yesterday was my mother’s birthday. She went to heaven when I was twenty-five years old. On the 11th was my sister-in-love birthday and she also is in heaven. Sometimes, grief…