His Words

What to do when you can’t fix what’s broken

  Everywhere I look I see things in need of fixing. I don’t mean the ceiling fan in my bedroom or those potholes in the parking lot at my health club. I mean friends who are sick and may not recover. I mean parents who are heart sick over wayward children. (God knows if a father’s sighing and a mother’s weeping could…

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Her Words

Love in the human lost and found

Once upon a time, before I came, you cried and cried and watched TV all day, until you were a zombie. But then I zoomed down from heaven, through skylight, into Room. Whoosh-pshew! And I was kicking you from the inside. Boom, boom! And then I shot out onto Rug with my eyes wide open, and you cutt-ed the cord…

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