Entries By samantha hartman
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junkyard
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
certain
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
helping
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
