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Six Word Story (104)
Read more: Six Word Story (104)Sometimes that last piece of the puzzle is elusive, hiding in the weirdest of places, or managing to crawl into the smallest crevice.
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Goodness
Read more: GoodnessGoodness done, spreads out like flowing water, touching lives in ripples, gentle waves. Goodness withheld is missed like a blown kiss, or forgotten rains. Goodness, action or being? God gives no man this name.Yet we can walk the path he paved and read each stone footprints engraved with Goodness spelling out his love, in actions…
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Six Word Story (102)
Read more: Six Word Story (102)I have an intimate understanding of winter. I have felt the bite of -45 temperatures, the grind of shovelling mountains of snow, the loneliness of dark gray days. I am thankful for each of these things. Winter goes with its dangers, but so does summer. Just as the sun of summer holds a blessing, so…
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Kindness
Read more: KindnessA single actwordor gesture.The power to propelguardor gather.Embodies compassion,making it action. A smileor nod,unexpected applaud.Really seeing,beingpresent. Kindnessis mindful,refuses to stiflewhen it can’t understand.Knows God’s handhas the endplanned. Copyright ©2023 Mary Grace van der Kroef Available titles by Mary Grace van der Kroef
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Six Word Story (101)
Read more: Six Word Story (101)There was life and when it passed it left an absence behind. That gap gives structure as it works alongside presence. Look for the stories of absence. They are everywhere, just like the stories of those that help are always present in the middle of tragedy. We need both as surely as we need bread.…
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Patience
Read more: PatiencePatience isn’t passive but A power held in check, ready when Time comes to move Inexorably forward. PatiencE shows a passion for peace iN bite sized nuggets unafraid of silenCe wisE in gauging climates. ©2021 Mary Grace van der Kroef Available titles by Mary Grace van der Kroef
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Six Word Story (100)
Read more: Six Word Story (100)We usually leave our Christmas Tree up until the end of January. We can’t always get a real tree, but in the years we do it’s a slow battle with falling needles and my love for the scent of natural pine. We watch as the moisture slowly leaches from branches despite regular watering. This tree…


