Obstructionist Prayers

by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle This morning I’m praying that God will stop someone I love from doing something I believe is wrong.   I don’t usually pray this way. Usually I ask for a teachable spirit or a change of heart or wisdom for myself and others. And...
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Tree Hugger: A Country Perspective

October 1, 2011 — First Frizzle post by Dena, aka Ma Cluck I’m a bona fide, card-carrying with an attitude, tree-hugging enthusiast. I love trees! All kinds of trees — tall, short, big, small, evergreen, leaf losers, flowering, pine cone prickly, food feeders, just for...
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Love Notes from One Marriage

by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle The summer before I married, I wrote a book to my husband. My wedding gift to him. I filled a journal with my thoughts and hopes for our marriage. I wrote scripture verses, lyrics from pop songs, and my own poetic lines. The last entry is from the night...
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My Horse Dream

by Dena, aka Ma Cluck I want to canter bareback on my own horse across a grassy field…someday.   Fact is for my entire life I’ve wished I owned and rode my own horse across grassy fields. I did once in my early teens then never again — that is, never again owned a horse. I...
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Back Porch Sunrise

by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle I’m trying to photograph this morning’s beauty. But if I focus the camera on the sky’s radiant whites, golds, and blues, the land becomes silhouetted and dark. Then if I focus on the tree line and dew-jeweled grass, the sky becomes...
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Hope-Filled Ashes

by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle I wrote this story last year on Ash Wednesday, February 17, 2010. The year that Port-au-Prince, Haiti was devastated by an earthquake, and my husband rushed to his boyhood home to help those hurt in the disaster. Ash Wednesday was more than symbolic for...
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Pondering Discouragement

by Ruth, aka Momma Frizzle Standing in a friend’s kitchen yesterday, I asked “How do you handle discouragement?”   “Don’t ask me,” she quickly responded. “I’m not good at that. But tell me what you mean.”   So I...
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