I awake at 6:45am on my birthday to an itty bitty person crawling into my bed and snuggling next to me. I wrap my arm around him and smile. He looks up at me quizzically. “Mommy, you have lots of eyelashes next to your eyes. What are those?” I reach up to feel what he’s […]
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Every year, without fail, I write down my New Year’s Resolution, “Organize House.” Maybe I should just create a template that I can use every year instead of having to expend energy in writing out those two words. It’s not that I don’t try. I do. I sort through endless school papers, give away boxes
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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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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
After the murder of George Floyd, racial tensions rose to dramatic levels in America. A man posted our Heart Perception page on Facebook, “I hope you make a statement in support of Black Lives Matter!” For a moment, I was in a quandry. Of course, I believe that black lives matter. And brown lives and
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My 3-year old son and I took a walk together the other morning, headed to one of our favorite spots under a bridge to throw rocks in the creek. As we passed another mom and her son at the park, he yelled out in typical fashion, “What’s your name?” The mom replied, and then my son yelled
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Gifts. A gift from the Giver. We stand in a circle at the Christians in Theater Arts (CITA) Latin America 2012 conference, eyes wide, drinking in the creativity, the eagerness of 50 artists gathered in San Juan, Puerto Rico to share dreams, to train for transformation, to breathe deep of the gifts of the Giver.
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