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Sometimes it’s hard to find a place to write. For me, it is. Inside the house, I’m distracted by bills to be paid, papers to be filed and laundry to be done.

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I think about myself a lot, probably much more than I should. But, believe me, becoming an 83-year-old woman involves a massive amount of changes in one’s body and also in one’s thought processes.

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One of Mama’s constraint refrains was, “None of y’uns realize how much I do for this family. When I’m gone, y’all will all realize it.”

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An online article doesn’t tell where most of these signs are displayed. But, it does show pictures of the signs.

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The S.C. House of Representatives recently passed a “wireless facilities deployment act” that allows telecommunication companies to use righta of way without the restrictions cities have enacted. The bill is in the S.C. Senate Judiciary Committee for further debate. The bill will take away …

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Thursday is the annual National Day of Prayer and special times of prayer will be held throughout America.

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An online article doesn’t tell where most of these signs are displayed. But, it does show pictures of the signs.

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One of my most memorable, enjoyable weekends occurred at least 10 years ago in the sleepy, time-frozen town of Selmer in west Tennessee.

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“On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame; and I love that old cross, where the dearest and best for a world of lost sinners was slain.

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While Easter and Passover are often in close proximity, I always rejoice when they fall on the same weekend as they do this year. The similarities are amazing!

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“On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, the emblem of suffering and shame; and I love that old cross, where the dearest and best for a world of lost sinners was slain.

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Something nudged me the other day and sent me to a closet where high on a shelf, tucked back in a corner, was a collection of Mama’s gatherings.

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Like every other morning, my husband prayed that if there was someone he could help that day, God would clearly show him who they were.