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<p>Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life&#8230;which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? If then you are not able to do as small a thing as that, why are you anxious about the rest. Consider the lilies, how they grow;  they neither &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/09/19/weight-watchers-for-a-busy-plate/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>My boys are UT football fanatics.  Their blood type is UT Positive.  Just as orange as orange can be.  And they come by it honestly.  An inheritance that runs several generations deep. And oh, this year&#8217;s team speaks of so much promise. Talent.  Passion.  Purpose. The boys wore jerseys everyday last week.  Practicing formations out &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/09/17/when-the-big-orange-fails-us/">Continue reading <span clas

<p>We were driving through my old neck of the woods last weekend. My friend was sitting in the passenger seat as I gave her the nickel tour down my memory lane. Even though it is falling apart at the seams, I am proud of my hometown.  I drove her past the little corner market where &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/09/13/choosing-to-remember/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>Newbern Cherokees. That was our name. We were red and white. Our uniforms weren’t fancy. In fact, they resembled practice squad hand-me-downs. But I didn’t care. I loved football. It was my eighth grade year and this was our biggest rival, the Trimble Demons. The air at their middle school football field smelled of grilled &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/09/11/hitting-on-kickoffs-by-brent-crenshaw/">Continue reading <span class="met

<p>You&#8217;d think I had fallen off the face of the earth. Almost, but not quite. A friend of mine posted on her Facebook wall that her &#8220;week is just nuts. Nuts. Nuts. Nuts.&#8221; This mine as well been my own post. Nuts, I tell ya. But it is Friday and God is good.  He was &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/09/07/facebook-and-my-hairdryer/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>It is Sunday. About 3:45 and a bit rainy.  The boys are out with Dad and grandparents.  I have a million things I could/should be doing.  A laundry list to to-dos. Laundry being one of them. But I am honestly trying to rewire my brain.  Because my &#8220;Type A&#8221; gives me this equation&#8230; A quiet &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/09/02/a-quiet-house/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>