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rebecca.mcneil.smith: elizabeth cate
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Saturday, October 23, 2010. It's been my most chaotic, joyful fall in a very long time. Praise God for life. So cute and great pictures! Super excited for the whole fam:). October 23, 2010 at 2:21 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Memphis, Tennessee, United States. Telling a story is like reaching into a granary full of wheat and drawing out a handful. There is always more to tell than can be told." -Wendell Berry. View my complete profile. Andrew and the airstream.
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rebecca.mcneil.smith: April 2011
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Thursday, April 28, 2011. And so it is that I read this prayer this morning:. Lord, we pray we never find ourselves without hope, without a glimpse of the empty tomb each time we happen upon a cross. Help us begin our daily journey expecting both crosses and empty tombs and rejoicing when we encounter either because we know you are with us.". So since I've been absent since.December.I give you some of those empty tombs throughout the past six months:. The first of many snow days. View my complete profile.
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rebecca.mcneil.smith: in memoriam
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Friday, July 30, 2010. My grandmother, Jane Weaver Nall, passed away two days ago. It is with a great hope that I believe she is at rest and has seen the promised land. Childhood slumber parties with Nannie and Dappie were always filled with certain expectations. King's Corner. Would be played, Lawrence Welk. Would be watched, ice cream. I am thankful that she slapped too much butter on bread and that she scrambled eggs to perfection. I'm thankful that she taught us Southern hospitality. As if she had li...
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rebecca.mcneil.smith: a new space
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Monday, May 7, 2012. Please start following www.andrewandrebecca.wordpress.com. May 8, 2012 at 5:58 AM. And have an amazing extended honeymoon. :). May 19, 2012 at 2:39 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Memphis, Tennessee, United States. Telling a story is like reaching into a granary full of wheat and drawing out a handful. There is always more to tell than can be told." -Wendell Berry. View my complete profile. Andrew and the airstream. Http:/ travelsinnepal.blogspot.com.
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rebecca.mcneil.smith: "when i get older"
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Saturday, August 7, 2010. When i get older". Sooooo way too cute :). August 8, 2010 at 10:32 AM. Love, Love, Love this! Love, Love, Love You! September 11, 2010 at 1:10 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Memphis, Tennessee, United States. Telling a story is like reaching into a granary full of wheat and drawing out a handful. There is always more to tell than can be told." -Wendell Berry. View my complete profile. Andrew and the airstream. When i get older. Http:/ travelsinnepal.blogspot.com.
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rebecca.mcneil.smith: August 2010
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Sunday, August 15, 2010. Whether it is the children at Harka in Bharatpur, Nepal, the trails and mountains in Glacier, or the communities resting in the urban cultures of Memphis and Nashville, my heart is equally committed to these destinations for the means in which they quench my spirit. I am thankful for the myriad of ways my story has been shaped and impassioned by each one. And so it is that I have been so sweetly reminded of my three great loves and the ways in which my heart yearns for each.
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rebecca.mcneil.smith: December 2009
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Sunday, December 6, 2009. Journey of the magi. A cold coming we had of it,. Just the worst time of the year. For a journey, and such a long journey:. The ways deep and the weather sharp,. The very dead of winter. And the camels galled, sore-footed, refractory,. Lying down in the melting snow. There were times when we regretted. The summer palaces on slopes, the terraces,. And the silken girls bringing sherbet. Then the camel men cursing and grumbling. And running away, and wanting their liquor and women,.
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rebecca.mcneil.smith: January 2010
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Tuesday, January 26, 2010. So calm the swelling billows. Nothing will so enlarge the intellect, nothing so magnify the whole soul of man, as a devout, earnest, continued investigation of the great subject of the Deity. Would you lose your sorrow? Would you drown your cares? Sunday, January 10, 2010. Suppose we did our work. Like the snow, quietly, quietly,. Recently, a few of my dearest friends gave me the hardback of Berry's newest poetry collection, Leavings. Appropriately enough, snow did fall this pa...
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rebecca.mcneil.smith: some sunshine
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Thursday, April 28, 2011. And so it is that I read this prayer this morning:. Lord, we pray we never find ourselves without hope, without a glimpse of the empty tomb each time we happen upon a cross. Help us begin our daily journey expecting both crosses and empty tombs and rejoicing when we encounter either because we know you are with us.". So since I've been absent since.December.I give you some of those empty tombs throughout the past six months:. The first of many snow days. May 8, 2011 at 11:09 AM.
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rebecca.mcneil.smith: April 2010
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Tuesday, April 27, 2010. Thursday, April 15, 2010. The earth and grace. In honor of Earth Day and the many other reminders of creation as of late, here is a favorite of mine from Wendell Berry's Leavings. Hardly escaping the limitless machines. That balk his thoughts and torment his dreams,. The old man goes to his own. Small place of peace, a patch of trees. He has lived from many years,. Its gifts of a few fence posts and boards,. Firewood for winter, some stillness. In which to know and wait. Used.
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