I subscribe to the [Real Live Preacher]. And I have to admit, even not being a true Christian, his stories make me feel good. If you're looking for a feel good story...go read "Hearts of Her Palm" posted today. Here are my favorite clips:
Love is God's mafia. Children are his hit men. And just the other day I got whacked.
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Joseph is two-and-a-half. He’s always just exactly as messy as a little boy should be. Shirttail out, hair sticking up a bit, a little daub of dirt on the cheek. I swear it’s like they hired a fashion consultant to mess him up for a photo shoot. I’m serious.
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And he starts running down the stairs, calling my name over and over in this wildly excited way like I’m Santa Claus or something. And he’s mispronouncing it every time in the cutest way you can imagine.
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And little Joseph pulled out my heart and put it in his pocket.
And this little boy walks up to me, at the time and place of his choosing, on his terms, and takes my heart from my vault like it was no big thing? Are you kidding me?
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“Your hearts will tell you who you are, and whose you are.”
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I think we all have memories that we look back on and felt that pure, warm, amazing love that we didn't even intend to give out. Some of my memories that spring to my mind:
--8.5 years ago on my cousin Kaleigh's second birthday we were walking through the store and she was holding my hand...she said, "My Beba, You's my best friend."
--9 years ago coming home (after going away to high school) and my twin cousins were 2-3 years old and come running through the house shouting "Bec" and covering me in kisses. When I had left I was sure that they were too little to be able to remember me if they only saw me every couple or three weeks...and instead they loved me harder than before. They're 11 now and still love me hard when I'm home.
--A couple of years later when Kaleigh was 3 or 4 she was sleeping with her head on my shoulder. I wanted to know how to make her stop growing...to get to hold her like that forever.
--Last year both my friends had babies that slept so comfortably on my shoulder while pulling my hair. That sleeping thing...it's awesome for most all things. Such pureness and lack of ill-intentions.
It's not like have some major ticking clock, but I sure wouldn't mind being closer to those babies in my life. Though, I know I'm madly in love from 16-hours away. Kids have a way of doing that to you...
5:14:27 PM 
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