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The junkyard looked horrible. And it was right outside our back door. Trash cans overflowed; cans and bottles were only partially bagged up, waiting to be recycled. Piles of old clothes waited next to the washer and dryer, waiting to be washed.

» Posted By samantha hartman On 11.15.2010 @ 9:54 am


I’m certain that there is a God. I’m certain that He loves me and my family. I’m not so certain that I trust Him enough, even though I’m certain that I should. I’m certain that my kids will always love me, but they may not always like me. I’m certain that I will never find a love like the love of my children.

» Posted By samantha hartman On 11.12.2010 @ 7:18 am


She stood behind the table, ladling soup into the passing bowls. She didn’t want to be here helping earlier in the day; but now that she was here, it was a good thing. It made her forget what she didn’t have. It made her thankful for what she did have.

» Posted By samantha hartman On 11.10.2010 @ 10:46 pm

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