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I’ve not been very up close and personal with the family scrapbook-like sharing here in this space. But since Jennifer Finding Heaven Ferguson asked……well, here’s how I was refreshed last weekend. And praise Jesus it came just in the nick of time–it’s been a challenging summer. Forthwith The Collins Family Swimming and Burger King Adventure (with…
Spider, bug, Ant and bee In my garden, At my knee. Provide a show For this young one, Eyes tuned tight In midday sun. He alone can see them move We pass so fast his dawdling proves Were we more still…
“Nana, do you have any kids?” I am wedged on the couch between Abigail, 4 1/2 and Paul Silas, 2 1/2. We are reading a bedtime story. ‘Goodnight Moon’, no doubt; it is always ‘Goodnight Moon.’ “Well, Abi, I have two kids. One is your Auntie Leah and the other is your Papa.”…
Hanan Samuel Collins, Age 8 Multnomah Falls, OR I wrote this poem on the January day in 2003 when my first grandson, Hanan Samuel, was born. Your birth today unequivocally proved that science still can do nothing at explaining the miraculous. The day you came into the world the…