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Hitsville, USA Museum in Motown: How the D Made Music

Hitsville, USA Museum in Motown: How the D Made Music

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The Astoria Shop in the D: Eye-Popping!

The Astoria Shop in the D: Eye-Popping!

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Greektown in the D: Lots of Character(s)

Greektown in the D: Lots of Character(s)

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No wonder I’m tripping up all the time.

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November 21, Psalm 3:3

“But you, God, shield me on all sides; You ground my feet, you lift my head high; With all my might I shout up to God, His answers thunder from the holy mountain.”

Psalm 3:3 MSG – A verse of the day from the Bible presented in Eugene Peterson’s contemporary version called The Message. Accompanied by a personal reflection below.

David is fierce in his trust in God’s provision and protection to him.  There is physical protection that he speaks of in this verse — shielding him on all sides, grounding his feet, lifting his head high.  This is a God who cares about all aspects of our being — our physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being.  May it be that we never fail to remember this.
 
 
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“Or is all your lore not to call November November…”

The Thrush by Edward Thomas
When Winter’s ahead,
What can you read in November
That you read in April
When Winter’s dead?
 
I hear the thrush, and I see
Him alone at the end of the lane
Near the bare poplar’s tip,
Singing continuously.
 
Is it more that you know
Than that, even as in April,
So in November,
Winter is gone that must go?
 
Or is all your lore
Not to call November November,
And April April,
And Winter Winter—no more?
But I know the months all,
And their sweet names, April,
May and June and October,
As you call and call
 
I must remember
What died into April
And consider what will be born
Of a fair November;
 
And April I love for what
It was born of, and November
For what it will die in,
What they are and what they are not,
 
While you love what is kind,
What you can sing in
And love and forget in
All that’s ahead and behind.
November
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The Face of an Upper Midwesterner

The Face of an Upper Midwesterner

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Lemon Bars, Trail Mix, and Decaf at Ginny’s.

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