A Big God

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle This morning during my quiet time — that’s when I read the Bible and meditate¬†each morning — I remembered something. An old story I’d forgotten until just when my mind was quieted in prayer. Here’s the story:   Ten...
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In Front of Me

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle “I’m learning this summer to pay attention to what’s right in front of me,” says my friend Wendy.   We are sitting beside the springs watching our children play. And I’m debating what to do tonight. Another school...
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Morning Prayers

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle During my quiet time this morning, a challenge was issued — “Try praying each morning this week: ‘Order my day today, O Lord, and help me to be satisfied with what you bring.’”   This strikes me as a bold and...
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Addition & Subtraction

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle First, I have to share my “Addition & Subtraction” principle. Goes like this — I don’t add something to my schedule, without subtracting something requiring similar time and energy.   For the past seven years, this...
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Remembering Christmas in July

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle Blairsville, Ga. — Last time we were here, it was Christmas and snow lay two feet deep. In mid July, the grass is green now. Mowed to golf course perfection by my father-in-law, who finds the task relaxing.   As we walked the property this...
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Have You Heard the One about the Catholic Monk?

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle Since I’m Protestant, you’d be forgiven for assuming that I’m talking about Martin Luther, but I’m not.   A 17th-century French monk, named Brother Lawrence is the culprit. Maybe you’ve never heard about this...
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Playing the Percentages

by Ruth, a.k.a. Momma Frizzle My friend wonders how much of his anxiety is chemical and how much is choice.   Another friend tries to determine when her special-needs daughter can’t understand her and when the child is purposely disobeying.   I’m attempting...
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