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I love the every day, the again and again of days unfurling into months into seasons into years. The ordinary, nearly insignificant moments that pile together to make a day… Read more mission →
I love the every day, the again and again of days unfurling into months into seasons into years. The ordinary, nearly insignificant moments that pile together to make a day… Read more mission →
Sam had an appointment with an oral surgeon. He was more nervous than a seven year old boy should be. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him nervous, so to ease the anxiety, I let him bring Ducky. When we pulled into the parking space he said, “Don’t open the door right away. I need to shove Duck into my pocket.” I looked in the mirror and caught his eyes. His smile may have been embarrassed. Ducky, Duck, Duck-Man, Duck-a-Reno was a “gift” from my mom when Sam was born.… Read more in-between →
I can’t believe I’m writing this post. You must know this. On the second Christmas Andy and I were married, I gave him a coffee maker. I attached a heartfelt note to the handle. It read: Only for use in the basement. His smile revealed that this was indeed the best gift ever. For over two years he didn’t brew coffee in our home. I detested the smell. Others thought I was awful for placing such a stipulation on a Christmas gift. Andy thought I was wonderful. Sometimes I attempted… Read more coffee →
And all who touched Him were healed. — Matthew 14:36b This verse strikes me. It’s not even a whole verse, but a partial verse. And all who touched Him were healed. I try to imagine the possibility of getting to touch Jesus — reaching out to the tattered, filthy hem of his garment. Reaching out just to graze him, to touch a bit of Him. At the time, people were crowding. They couldn’t wait to touch Jesus. All those people needing the healing power of Jesus, and they only needed… Read more healing touches →
Sam turned seven. Will I ever light his candles and not wonder how the year went so fast? Will I ever not stand in disbelief about how much he’s changed? Seven Things I Hope I Never Forget He loves to read. He reads every day. He loves almost everything — nonfiction, fantasy, mystery, poetry, realistic fiction…if he can open the cover, he likes to read it. He builds Lego creations with surprising detail and precision. He prefers to make his own designs. This week he performed Lego Episodes for me… Read more seven →
They chose words too… Andy chose health. Our friends laugh when they hear this. Andy just smiles. He knows. He knows he needs this. He knows I need him to need this. I’m looking forward to seeing how the word unfolds for him this year. Hannah chose confidence. Do you know how remarkable I think she is? In fact, she just may be the coolest eleven year old on the planet. “What made you choose confidence?” I ask. She responds, without missing a beat, “I need to figure it out… Read more their words. →
It’s time. I created Ruth Ayres Writes as a place to discover, play, and build my writing life. It’s been a fun little space in my life, and I am… Read more it’s time to change (a little) →
I have a set of three little 6 x 6 albums. They’ve been around for years. They are the new home for 52 Saturdays 2013. I’m looking forward to seeing… Read more 1 of 52 Saturdays 2013 →
There are moments in life when we know the choice we are making isn’t going to make life any easier. Sometimes these are small choices — I’m going to stick… Read more shine →