tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69728013219946805522011-04-21T11:07:35.237-07:00Thoughts about life, the ordinary and extraordinary, the agony and ecstasy, the ways of humans and the grace of God.Kathleen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09443831883778090265noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972801321994680552.post-17040140932472763182009-04-28T09:41:00.000-07:002009-04-28T14:51:16.387-07:00

Anne Frank received a diary for her 13th birthday in 1942. A month later, she and her family went into hiding because the Nazis who occupied Amsterdam were capturing Jewish families and transporting them to concentration camps where many died or were murdered.Years earlier, the Frank family had moved from Frankfurt, Germany to Amsterdam, believing they would be safe. They were until 1940, when

Kathleen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09443831883778090265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972801321994680552.post-10351626082861218662009-01-22T16:22:00.000-08:002009-01-22T17:03:41.374-08:00

Jan. 20, 2009 will go down in history books as the day Barack Obama, a man of color, took the oath of office to become the 44th president of the United States. Shortly before President Obama was sworn in, Aretha Franklin belted out “My Country Tis of Thee, Sweet Land of Liberty…” and I had a thought—what it was like to live in a house that wasn’t really mine. I slept there, ate there, cried and

Kathleen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09443831883778090265noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972801321994680552.post-49007885132816741382009-01-08T05:58:00.000-08:002009-01-08T15:08:10.991-08:00

Have you ever been puzzled?Have you ever awakened in the middle of the night and thought, "why am I here? Do I serve any good purpose? Do I matter? Is there value to my existence?"These are just some of the questions that roam through my mind every now and then.Needless to say, my preeminent question--why am I here?-- was answered through my relationship with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I

Kathleen Lewishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09443831883778090265noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6972801321994680552.post-3231269026561074742008-12-25T19:46:00.000-08:002008-12-25T20:32:53.482-08:00

Christmas just isn't the same any more...Remember when there was mystery and magic. Reindeers tapping across your snow-covered roof. You thought you heard them as you forced yourself to fall asleep to the rhythm of your thumping heartbeat. And the gifts that awaited you...Sometimes if you closed your eyes, real tight, and concentrated with all your might, you might hear him laugh, that jolly,

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You can tell what time of the year it is by observing the colors on the store shelves.In the summer, the merchandise is colored in pastels. In autumn, everything reminds you of the color of pumpkins, gourds, squash and falling leaves. And then right after you have wolfed down your turkey and cranberry sauce, the stores display their most brilliant colors. The reds, greens, purples, scarlets and

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