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I remember you.

"Mama", asked Tia, "Do you remember the day I was born?" DO I remember? I remember. How could I possibly forget and why would I ever want to? I remember the first time I saw her, face to face. Her…

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I'm not a great fan of surprises, nor a huge fan of wiry grey hair. So imagine my deep joy when my beloved hairdresser Shirley told  me I had at least  4 new silver offerings since my last visit. It…

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God’s hand.

"You hem me in - behind and before; You have laid your hand on me" Psalm 139:5 God's hands at work conjure up many images for me. They're the hands of a father, holding his child close. They're the hands…

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