by Emily P Freeman | Jul 29, 2011 | family
Yesterday we celebrated the life and love of my husband’s dad, here with his bride in 1961. They celebrated 50 years of marriage last month, and on Monday, he went to meet his Creator. And in his passing from the land of the dying to the land of the living, we...
by Emily P Freeman | Jul 25, 2011 | Grace for the Good Girl, vocation
I’ve been working on Grace for the Good Girl in some form for the last 31 months. There are roughly six weeks before release. I’m in the midst of the last 5-ish percent of the work it takes to get a book from the mind of a writer into the hands of a...
by Emily P Freeman | Jul 22, 2011 | family
Folding the clothes is a gift today — this blessed act of normal, the sweet scent of detergent. I didn’t even complain when I put them away, typically the part where I dream of having a robot who can do it for me. But today, I have savored the cotton,...
by Emily P Freeman | Jul 18, 2011 | breathe, Compassion Philippines
I wore my water-wading pants today. Not for ocean kind of water. But the ones I wore that hot day in Manilla, when we walked through the deep waters of poverty. Every time I pull those pants on, I think of that day. I think of how I thought riding through the one foot...
by Emily P Freeman | Jul 15, 2011 | art, faith, writing
In the middle of his alcoholic days, my dad didn’t go to church with us unless it was a holiday or special occasion. So when my mom, sister and I would leave, this is how he would spend his Sunday mornings. When they leave for church, I open a beer, read the...
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