Two Poems for the Moms
In the wake of a no-doubt busy weekend and Mother’s Day in the middle of it, I wanted to pass along two of my favorite motherhood poems to you.
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From the Team: What We Learned from Mom
As we head into the weekend, the Story Warren team wanted to pause for a minute to appreciate moms. Here are a few snippets of things we learned from ours.
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We Are All George
There are plenty of imitators, but we go for the real George, the George created and written by H. A. and Margaret Rey.
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Desire Like Dynamite
To bend the will, you first must change the heart.
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Inspiring, Virtuous, Creative
Thank you again for writing inspiring, virtuous, creative stories that capture the imagination and build character along the way.
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A Better Motto Than Live, Laugh, Love
To be filled with wonder, we must first be humble creatures who believe it worth our time to bend low to examine this world, to get into the grit of it, and see it for what it truly is
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Made for Wonder
In some ways, even though they are superstars at the moment, they were made “right-sized” in a way none of us non-astronauts ever will be. They were given the chance to put our Earth and the solar system into perspective, at least a little bit.
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Look for the Light
No matter our physical or mental state, our age or abilities, God is working in the darkness, bringing light to souls through Christ.
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Echoability
My children look at the things God has made, and the echo reverberates through their minds, making connections and painting pictures of the truths the Creator intended for them to discover like treasure.
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On Clichés
There will be a last time that your child holds your hand to cross the street, but you won’t know it when it happens. But one day, you’ll realize that they don’t do that anymore. There will be a last time they all ride in the car with you.
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I Will Most Gladly
Rather than being in danger of losing myself as I served my family, I usually faced the opposite danger of holding myself back, of measuring out my service.
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Easter Monday, Christina Rossetti
Out in the rain a world is growing green,
On half the trees quick buds are seen
Where glued-up buds have been.
