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Thanks Anne for praying for those of us in the path of the hurricane. We are in S. C. It’s a devastating mess here. No telling when we will get electricity. We are in the country. Of course the city should get it first. There have been deaths. We have a generator and have waited for gas for two hours. Our neighbors have been terrific. One dear friend gave me coffee-I needed it desperately. The young man next door got a back hoe in here and made short work of the nine trees that were in the gravel road. We think a tornado came through as neighbors trees are in our yard and tree bottoms are twisted. Forgive my rambling-tiredness is not a good word for my state. I’m sick about N. C. as I have family there. Lord have mercy on them.

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I think so much of the advice folks give on raising children seems to imply that we don’t actually enjoy raising our children. I love it so much. It was such an unexpected gift, but I get such deep pleasure raising my children.

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This is a great list, Anne! You should make it into a poster or something.

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It's only by the grace of God we managed to raise three amazing women who know Jesus. Your comments ring true and are validating.

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My parents did most of that so well. My father excelled at 1 and 2. When my father forbade my first serious boyfriend in college he did so with a firm foundation of having done #6 all my life. Many Saturday mornings he would wake us all up by reciting the fist stanza of the Rubaiyat of Omar Kahyyam in a loud, triumphant voice. After we'd grown past spanking age, he also used to recite this poem to us with a grand twinkle in his eye:

"Speak roughly to your little boy

And beat him when he sneezes.

He only does it to annoy

Because he knows it teases."

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