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Spiritual Growth | Slipstream
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A turbulent body of air, or a thought stream slipping out of its own accord. My Mother’s Song. Before You Kill Someone. After a long days work, I was barreling down the two-lane country road that led me home. My mind was spinning with anger over something Tim had done. All these years later, I don’t remember what it was. But I do remember the rage. As if that wasn’t enough, he then picked it up and banged the pole into the ground, not once, not twice, but and over and over for what seemed like an hour.
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Faith | Slipstream
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A turbulent body of air, or a thought stream slipping out of its own accord. My Mother’s Song. How Young are You? I used to want more stuff. I kept a mental list of things to make my home cozier, make me look more stylish, or up my game as I drove down the road. And I spent hours striving to achieve my goals. But today, I want more moments. The ones you savor when you wake in the middle of the night. The ones that usually come at no cost. Moments like:. GK Chesterdon describes it beautifully:. Maybe, our...
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He was Always There | Slipstream
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A turbulent body of air, or a thought stream slipping out of its own accord. My Mother’s Song. He was Always There. I was ten, but I saw everything she did. How she took care of my four siblings and me. How she turned back my mother’s bed at night. How she cleaned our tiny home. She didn’t have to do it; after all we were her nieces and nephews. My Mother, her devoted sister. But at the moment she heard of my father’s death, she came. God, put angels on their bedposts. In the dark, I rolled over on my ba...
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A Feast to Remember | Slipstream
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A turbulent body of air, or a thought stream slipping out of its own accord. My Mother’s Song. A Feast to Remember. We all came, some new friends and some old. We gathered at the table and we broke the bread and drank the wine. All to celebrate fourteen years of a rebuilt life. And as the stories were told, we remembered. He was a boy then, and now he’s a man. And he never wants to forget what almost cost him his life. The foolishness that lead to the arrest. The imprisonment, and the walk to freedom.
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The Ever Present Gossip Mill | Slipstream
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A turbulent body of air, or a thought stream slipping out of its own accord. My Mother’s Song. The Ever Present Gossip Mill. They met on a blind date. It was a whirlwind romance. In ten years they had six kids, I was number four. She had no idea he’d be so abusive. Not long after the dust settled, Mother moved us ten miles south and a world away. For me, it was the start of a whole new life. For the first time in my life, I got slammed with the pain of gossip. How, I wondered, could I ever explain th...
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Church | Slipstream
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A turbulent body of air, or a thought stream slipping out of its own accord. My Mother’s Song. Before You Pour that Glass of Whine. It was a catchy title, so of course I clicked over to see why this writer was saying it sucked to be a Christian these days. And in the article, did he tell stories of persecution, or his family being imprisoned, or perhaps, his house burned to the ground? Let me attempt to sum up his problem he doesn’t seem to fit in at his local church. They didn’t spend a lot of time look...
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Aunt Jeanne Marie | Slipstream
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A turbulent body of air, or a thought stream slipping out of its own accord. My Mother’s Song. Before You Pour that Glass of Whine. It was a catchy title, so of course I clicked over to see why this writer was saying it sucked to be a Christian these days. And in the article, did he tell stories of persecution, or his family being imprisoned, or perhaps, his house burned to the ground? Let me attempt to sum up his problem he doesn’t seem to fit in at his local church. They didn’t spend a lot of time look...
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Prison | Slipstream
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A turbulent body of air, or a thought stream slipping out of its own accord. My Mother’s Song. A Feast to Remember. We all came, some new friends and some old. We gathered at the table and we broke the bread and drank the wine. All to celebrate fourteen years of a rebuilt life. And as the stories were told, we remembered. He was a boy then, and now he’s a man. And he never wants to forget what almost cost him his life. The foolishness that lead to the arrest. The imprisonment, and the walk to freedom.
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Culture | Slipstream
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A turbulent body of air, or a thought stream slipping out of its own accord. My Mother’s Song. He Cut Up That Car. It sat in our yard for years. And it drove me nuts. Tim’s pension for keeping cars long after they were of any use was the source of many an argument. If it didn’t run, I wanted it gone. But I never imagined the old Suzuki Samurai would come to its end this way. But to hear Daniel tell the story, you’d be in stitches. Birthday, I’m grateful my son has such a crazy memory of his father. Cause...
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Ellen Gee | Slipstream
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A turbulent body of air, or a thought stream slipping out of its own accord. My Mother’s Song. Junk and Passion Don’t Always Mix. It wasn’t our finest moment. But truth be told, we had quite a few like it. I could go into all the details. How Tim always wanted to build his own house. How it had to be on some land out in the country. How I let him talk me, and our preteen kids, into helping him do it. But that’s a story for another time. Grateful we’d driven separate cars; I stormed out of the house and s...
