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Son Rise
Posted Friday, April 18, at 9:44 PM
"Wake up, baby, it's time to get dressed," she spoke softly to the sleeping child. "Momma, I don't want to get up." "Come on sweetie, I'll help you get dressed." Lifting the heavy limbs of the child she helped her up, washed her face, combed her hair, and put on her new clothes. She and her sister shuffled toward the car and their dad finally carried them out the door and gently settled them for the ride to church...

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Oops!
Posted Friday, April 11, at 10:21 AM

She had finished eating her supper and was feeling a little frisky. She loved this time of the day. She had grazed all day; had supper of grain, sweetened with molasses; dad had spent time with her--stroking her . . . talking to her . . . and a little grooming as well. Her siblings had also been fed and had some time with dad, but she had him all to herself for the moment...

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Running
Posted Friday, April 4, at 12:59 PM

Exploding from the fence line she ran as fast as she could. Stretching her body to its full length the ground disappeared beneath her feet. She was a streak of color as she flew past them on their way toward where she had started. The man and horse twirled and raced back the way they had come--paralleling her...

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Rejection
Posted Friday, March 28, at 4:05 PM

The room was filled with laughing children, playing, and having a great time. Off to the side, sat one little boy on the floor--alone. He watched the other children as they slid down slides, climbed through the tunnels, laughing as they raced through the play equipment. Parents, grandparents, and older siblings watched as the children played in the wonder of the mazes at the play room of the restaurant...

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Tumbleweeds
Posted Friday, March 21, at 9:05 PM

The wind whistled through every window and door, blowing with such ferociousness that she thought it would blow her down. She hated to even have to leave the comfort of home and step out into the constant onslaught of wind. Pulling her coat more tightly around her, she opened the door, stepping into the wind, clinging to the rail for support. Moving quickly to her Jeep, she closed the door and waited for her ears to readjust as she warmed the car...

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Becoming One
Posted Friday, March 14, at 3:25 PM

Glancing out the kitchen window she watched as the dog streaked around the side of the house, almost flying to the back section near the barn. Once, she reached the gate, she whirled around running back toward the house, circled a tree, running full tilt toward the back area once again. Periodically, she would leap into the air or pause following something with her eyes...

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A Light Shining
Posted Friday, March 7, at 2:52 PM

Waking, light gently glowed from another part of the house. I was still early--much too early to start the day. Moving quietly from her room, she made her way down the hall until she could see into the room on the front side of the house. There, sitting on the couch sat her father, head down, reading...

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Be Still and Know
Posted Friday, February 28, at 4:30 PM

It was one of those days. Nothing really hurt, yet she ached everywhere. It felt as if she were weighted down with the worries, cares, and angst of the world. It took extreme effort just to rise and get out of bed. All she really wanted to do was pull the covers over her head . . . and shut out the world...

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Time
Posted Friday, February 21, at 9:00 PM

They were surrounded by the pride of lions. Everywhere they turned, a huge cat was waiting to pounce. She withdrew to the protected space within the house, pulling those she loved with her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her precious baby stalking toward the giant beast. He froze in place as the nostrils of the lioness tested the air, determining the scent...

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Love Never Fails
Posted Friday, February 14, at 3:44 PM

Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide; Oh, receive my soul at last. The words, penned by Charles Wesley, brought with them a tender sense of wonder, joy, and hope. Wonder at the encompassing love of God. Joy in the assurance of God's provision no matter what the circumstances. Hope that the storms of life would pass...

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Drat that Groundhog!
Posted Saturday, February 8, at 5:47 AM

To see or not to see one's shadow, that is the question. Groundhog's day is supposed to settle the anxious question of how soon will spring be coming. It is simple really, should the groundhog see his shadow then six more weeks of winter weather; no shadow--an early spring. Come on spring!...

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Come and Follow
Posted Friday, January 31, at 9:04 PM

Opening the door she looked out into the yard for the dog. There she sat--at the end of the sidewalk near the gated driveway watching her world move around her. The wind was blowing and she appeared to be moving even though she was sitting still. Not wanting to lose the warmth of the house she called to the dog, "Come here girl, come in." Nothing--the dog looked at her as if she were speaking a foreign language (if she was speaking at all) and didn't move. ...

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Beautiful Feet
Posted Friday, January 24, at 3:38 PM

It was a cold day causing her to shiver. The wind swirling around her even made her feet ache. She entered the shop and soaked in the warmth as she found her chair and sat to wait. Joining in the conversation around her, she was a bit startled when the owner said "let me see your feet."...

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Chaos
Posted Friday, January 17, at 3:13 PM

Driving to work was a delight. The time passed quickly as the anticipation for the day ahead played through his head. Nearing his destination, he waited at the light for his turn. Traffic moved freely around as he waited patiently for his turn light. Checking to make certain all the other traffic had stopped, he began his turn. The vehicle waiting behind him also eased into the intersection...

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Kaleidoscope
Posted Friday, January 10, at 9:44 PM

Looking into the tube I saw a burst of color and light. There were blues, reds, yellows, and greens. The colors swirled and blended in patterns that changed and modified, blossomed with subtle changes until the entire pattern had changed. A simple twist of the end of the kaleidoscope and...

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Begin Again
Posted Friday, January 3, at 9:47 PM

Entering the room she heard the familiar words: There once was a man named Michael Finnegan, He had whiskers on his chinnegan, The wind came up and blew them in ag'in, Poor old Michael Finnegan (begin ag'in) Watching the joy and delight of her son as he watched the characters sing, act, and dance to the tune, she was drawn to her son and joined him clapping and singing along with the silly words...

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The Present
Posted Friday, January 3, at 9:46 PM

She sashayed into the room where her mother sat and placed the present at her feet. Mom was distracted, so she placed her paws on mom's lap--demanding attention. Absent mindedly caressing her head, mom's attention was still elsewhere. Picking up the present, she tossed it in the air so that it bounced on the floor and rolled to mom's foot. Reaching down to retrieve it, mom suddenly grew very, very still...

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Farolitos
Posted Friday, December 20, at 8:07 PM

The cool evening air was perfect for the season. Christmas was drawing near--the season of hope and joy. Snow was on the ground and covered the blemishes, making everything perfect. The family bundled into their coats, loaded into their car and drove the old section of town. ...

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Blue Christmas
Posted Friday, December 13, at 9:26 PM

Sparkling lights, wreaths of green, decorated trees, yard art of snowmen, Santa, reindeer, and nativities were everywhere she turned. Christmas music filled the airwaves. Shoppers hurried from store to store seeking the perfect gifts for everyone on their lists. The Christmas season was in full swing...

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The Tree
Posted Friday, December 6, at 3:52 PM

Putting up the Christmas tree was hard work. It was also a walk down memory lane. This year it was a bit sad--thinking of those who had shared it's joy so many years that were no longer with her. Putting away the sad thoughts, she decorated the tree with care--placing lights, garland, ornaments, and tinsel each to their best advantage...

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Rayla Stewart Hogue is a native of Dexter. She is a wife, mother, and minister of the UCC (United Church of Christ). She seeks to recognize and embrace the unending hues of God's ethne and religion, and commits herself to living and expressing this inclusive diversity through Sacrament and the spoken, written, and sung Word of God.
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