growing in wisdom
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Standing On The Promises
I grew up singing the old hymn Standing On The Promises with its near-marching meter. In fact, if I still myself long enough, I can hear my grandmother and her fellow altos singing that fun part of the chorus, beneath the stretched staaand – ing of the sopranos. Anyone else? It’s funny. I can still recall Continue reading
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I Failed My Exam
My day began just like every other morning. After I showered, I placed those slippery little sight-enhancing spheres into my eyes. Voila! Except this morning, my reflection was still a bit fuzzy. I closed my right eye. Fuzzy. I closed my left eye. Yep. Still fuzzy. So, I laughed to myself … and at myself Continue reading
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Like A Mighty Oak
Last week I drove by our old house. And by our, I mean my family. The one I have created with my husband. And old refers to the first little house we bought upon moving to Lafayette. In South Louisiana. To be fair, I drive past it regularly on my way to church. But this Continue reading
Angi Aymond 