Not exact matches
Holiness for me was found in the mess and labour of giving birth, in birthday parties and community pools, in the battling sweetness of breastfeeding, in the repetition of cleaning, in the step of faith it took
to go back
to church
again, in the hours of chatting that have
to precede the real heart -
to - heart talks, in the yelling at my kids sometimes, in the crying in restaurants with broken hearted friends, in the uncomfortable silences at our bible study when we're all weighing whether or not
to say what we really think, in the arguments inherent
to staying in love with each other, in the unwelcome number on the scale, in the sounding out of vowels during bedtime book reading, in the dust and stink and heat of a tent city in Port au Prince, in the beauty of a soccer game in the Haitian dust, in the
listening to someone else's
story, in the telling of my own brokenness, in the repentance, in the secret telling and the secret keeping, in the suffering and the mourning, in the late nights tending sick babies, in confronting fears, in the all of a life.
As has been said over and over
again, this is not a court, but simply a safe space for people
to tell their
stories, for people
to be heard, and for people
to listen.
We assume that many of the
stories circulated orally before they came
to be recorded in writing; and
again we sense the pleasure and response of the
listening group
to the well - told and well - executed tale,
to the lyrical phrase, or
to the effective description.
Listening to her
story, my heart broke
again.
If we refuse
to listen to the
stories of our brothers and sisters in this moment, refuse
to acknowledge the ongoing reality of a country in which young men can not wear hoods on a chilly morning, we — people with and without privilege — will continue
to be baffled by the next judicial verdict that will
again tear open our country's tender racial wound.
It is absolutely my favorite airplane, the one I looked at over and over
again as a kid,
listening to my grandfather's
stories about the war.
not just a genuis but a leader... As for Mr Pulis, I had tears in my eyes
listening to his heart breaking
story about poor Ryan going home with Mummykins... except I hadn't because
again we witnessed the product of the «kick Arsenal» media campaign..
In supporting the grieving process, it is vitally important
to let parents share their
story over and over
again, and
to listen and be present without feeling the need
to give advice.
Suddenly I felt like a child
again — under the covers with my pajamas on,
listening to a bedtime
story — as my father told me about our migration history.
When family members make comments that are inappropriate and / or hurtful (e.g, when your mother tells your boyfriend not
to listen to anything you say about her — sad - but - true
story), envision those lovely comments bouncing off you,
again and
again and
again, and flying right out the window.
I
listen to you wonderful
story over
again.
I think that for who is
listening and watching the film, it takes you back
to the beginning, and somehow that scene [where the music is used
again] is the beginning of the
story, because the plot of the film is really the end.
It's one of the more enjoyable audio commentaries I've
listened to - even hearing Julie once
again tell the
story about how Marshall lives in the California house she lived in while making Poppins.
Next, have them speak one at a time,
listening carefully
to each other, and check
again to see if they can repeat their partner's
stories.
They can replay the entire
story again if they feel the need
to listen to it another time.
The acting is wonderful and the
story is so good I am ready
to listen to it
again.»
They sang «We Will Meet
Again» and «Pack Up Your Troubles» and
listened intently
to the air raid siren, Lotte's
stories from the War and asked many questions including: «What toys did you play with?»
For example, when
listening to a
story, a student may decide they need
to hear it
again and will elect
to stay for another reading.
Back when our children were small, we'd have an audio book playing on even short journeys as the
stories were just a few minutes long and the children would happily
listen to the same
story, or parts of it,
again and
again - and
again!
But I came
to so crave hearing the book that I began
to listen for a full hour at a time, then a full chapter, stopping
to nap in between and waking
again to listen to the
story.
Thank you for
listening to their
stories, and we hope you'll join us
again next week for Part 4: Do You Value Your Car More Than Your Life?
It appears that Snapchat is now
listening to its users» grievances, and is rolling back the redesign (at least for some users) and instead showing Snapchat
Stories in reverse chronological order once
again.
Then
listen again,
to see how much of the
story you got correct.
As I reflected on the great employer he was, and all the things I appreciated about him, I remembered how I loved
listening to him tell the same
story over and over
again about how Kilkenny Real Estate became a Sutton Group franchise.
My favorite Christmas memory is also more of a tradition... I love going
to Christmas Eve service at the church I grew up in, seeing everyone home for Christmas, singing, and
listening to the Christmas
story again.