Rhoda Blecker

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Rather than agonizing over what to give up for Lent, focus on what God will provide.

I recaptured what autumn meant when I was growing up: bright leaf colors, honeycrisp apples, pumpkins and squashes. Autumn was again an occasion.

After a year, I resigned myself to the inevitable: I’d never get a love letter.

A sickly plant gets help from a green thumb and a little bit of God’s love.

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