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

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Uighur Mania

June 15, 2009 2 Comments

At last! We have discovered a useful purpose for the paparazzi. Lots of folks have been fairly worried about the fact we moved four Chinese Muslim detainees from lock-down in Gitmo to vacation in Bermuda. No more armed guards. No razor wire or security barricades. Just a clear ocean view and a sandy beach. Cue [...]

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Sometimes I forget how spoiled I am. We live in a community blessed by tremendously talented techie guys. I lean on them daily and obviously take them for granted. This week Wendell and I went to a little gathering of friends who are leaders of several similar churches here in the Midwest. We’ve known many [...]

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A school that gives an end-of-the-year award for Best Story Teller to a four year old boy who would much rather be throwing rocks in the lake than sitting still in school. (Way to go, Jude) A phone call saying, “We landed safely in New Jersey and baby Nola enjoyed her first flight.” (Especially when [...]

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At My Letters

June 1, 2009 2 Comments

Time seems to become more valuable to me as I age. As if I’m finally realizing I have a limited amount of it to accomplish all the earth stuff assigned to me. So, I’m wary of the time-wasters. And, seriously, what could waste more time than a narcissistic blog? Facebook, perhaps. Or maybe Twitter, which [...]

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When our granddaughter, Claire Felicity White, was born, we stood around her little bed like this. The first night we crowded twenty-some people into the cubicle and willed our less-than-two-pound-baby to be strong. After her twin sister, Ellery Blythe, slipped through a portal to Glory, we stood around Claire and sang songs. We recited scripture [...]

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Say it Loud

May 25, 2009 4 Comments

I’ve always been a strong beleiver in saying things out loud to put them in perspective. This can be dangerous, of course. My husband has been known to take shelter occassionally because he fears losing a limb in the mine-field of my emotions. The thoughts swirling in my head at any given moment can lanch [...]

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I eat ice cream. As if it won’t really pack on the pounds as long as I eat it when no one is watching. I’m pretty sure this is the first sign of an addiction.  But, then, I buy exotic vegetables like canned Squash with Vidalia Onions. Or Triple Succotash with tomatoes, corn, and butter [...]

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Letting Go

May 19, 2009 2 Comments

I didn’t know I was a control freak. This ugly trait surfaced when I finished making summer schedules for the office. The little columns were all lined up neatly on my Google calendar, indicating where shifts overlapped and where we might have a gap. And there before my eyes was the amazing revelation. I could [...]

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Comfort Zones

May 15, 2009 3 Comments

We have doubled our office staff this summer. That means four people instead of two sharing my front office space in the clinic. It is wonderful in so many ways. For one thing, we can accomplish a lot more with two more people on the nursing staff – – provided we can climb over one [...]

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This morning I was reading about Moses going back to Egypt to tell old Pharaoh, “Let My people go!” I was struck by one sentence I had never seen before: … when they heard that the Lord was concerned about the sons of Israel and that He had seen their affliction, they bowed low and [...]

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