Sometimes it’s hard to do the right thing. This morning, I read in Psalm 15, “O Lord, who can abide in Your tent? Who can dwell on Your holy hill? She who walks blamelessly and does what is right and speaks truth in her heart; who does not slander with her tongue and does no […]
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It’s a December Saturday. One of the precious few in the busiest month of the year. I’m drowning in unaccomplished Martha verbs- plan, cook, clean, trim, decorate, hang, shop, wrap, package, create, write, mail, wash, call… The phone rings. It’s my in-laws. And could the boys and I help with Stone Soup’s Christmas day camp
Estranged Separated by pain Despairing of reconciliation Ever. Our arms cross Like the walls we have built Impenetrable Yet stealthily, sneakily, hope tiptoes in Peeking around every corner of the heart To find desire It gathers the gray, meager fragments and offers them Pleading Believing The waiting seems endless Year after year And then In
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It’s the day after Thanksgiving. We stand around the front entrance to our home, holding hands, praying grace and safety and blessings over my husband. I step back and snap a picture to remember the moment. We pile into the van, suitcases stacked in the trunk and race down the highway headed for the airport.
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Since so many people have been clamoring, begging to know the secret behind the origin of my first blog title (It Goes Without Saying), I thought I would finally reveal it to my reading audience (my husband, my mother-in-law, and you). It’s one of those things that has been hiding here in my fingers, just itching
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As we say goodbye to October, we also say goodbye to Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I am reminded of two years ago this fall when I wrote an essay as I anticipated a monumental event in my life. I thought it fitting that I share it here and now. It’s a little longer than my
Last weekend my family planned to go camping in the Smokies for fall break. Five days, four boys, 30 degree nights, two adventurous parents and one tent. Dangerous, I know, with the potential for crazy-boy injuries and visiting bears. But I loved camping as a kid and am determined to give the same kind of creek-wading,
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My 5-year old son is my warrior. Usually wielding a light sabre or nerf gun, ready at a moment’s notice to take down the nearest bad guy (or his little brother). The other day, though, I saw his softer side. We had just flown into the driveway after a crazy, busy afternoon, and he hopped
This morning, my oldest son came running through the house to find me, eyes wide with worry. “Cookie can’t walk anymore!” I followed him into his room. He pointed, “He’s just lying on his food dish!” I reached inside the cage and felt the soft, black fur of the little hamster. His heart was still beating,
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God opened one of my yellow roses this morning. This little miracle beckons me, draws my nose to its newborn scent. Inadvertently, the corners of my mouth turn up, I breathe deeply, grateful for the gift. Funny how Shakespeare thought a rose was like a young man, describing, “The rose looks fair, but fairer we