My name is Kathy Nickerson, and I live on Mercy Street – physically and figuratively.
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Feasting with Family

Tonight, I cooked supper to the background music of four children playing, chatting, and coloring in my kitchen. They were not the same four children who did that routinely twenty-some years ago. But they took me back to those days. I experienced the all-is-right-with-the-world peace which comes to a mother when her chicks are tucked [...]

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Today I Love My Mailbox

This is a shameless plug. I’ve always believed if I checked the mailbox faithfully rain or shine, one day it would reward me with wonderful things. Two of those arrived this week. First: (here’s the plug) This book compiled by James Stuart Bell with a forward by Gary Chapman and (drum roll, please) a story [...]

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Made in the Shade

This is Dan. He is one of our extraordinary son-in-laws and also a gifted musician who can play everything from the keytar to the piano flute. Dan leads a band called findingBethel, with his friends Darin and Jared. Last week they played a gig at the local county fair. Now, it was approximately 110 degrees [...]

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My Words are too Small

Five years ago, Wendell and I sat in a tragic room with this beautiful young woman and her husband. We were joined by a  sad doctor, a silent nurse, a rare and aggressive cancer, and a positive pregnancy test. Afterward, they ushered us out a back door into the parking lot, as if the grief [...]

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