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I was talking with a friend this morning about songs that run through our heads, and she mentioned the children’s song, “Jesus Loves Me”. I rocked my babies to sleep…
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The sun rises differently in the mountains. Where there is no horizon, it slips over the peaks and ridges to reach our town. I remember walking the mile to the…
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“Your closest exit may be behind you.” Have you ever heard that reminder from a flight attendant? He mentions that because sometimes our focus is so fixed ahead of us…
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Our son Ben has Down Syndrome, Autism and is nonverbal. He is a 3-year old in a man’s body. This past year he insisted that I play the theme for…
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In southern California where I was raised, all the backyards in my neighborhood were fenced. Neighbors didn’t traipse through your back yard; if they had business with you, they had…
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Sometimes it seems a lifetime ago that I lived in my little town in the mountains. I miss small-town life; the being known. I miss having the boundaries established and…
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He stands on the shore of Prairie Lake, swinging his arms and jumping up and down like Michael Phelps preparing to break another world record. It is a rainy, chilly…
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At crucial points in my faith journey, I have found places – physical places of special beauty – for deep prayer and contemplation. As a child just discovering God’s love…
A View of the Lake
Tracing the footprints of God
Hello,
I’m Andrea!
I’m glad we found each other! I’m a writer living in the Minnesota Northwoods with my husband Bill and son Ben. I hope you enjoy reading what you find here. Feel free to reach out! I’d like to get to know you too.
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