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The Reason I’m Shrinking (And if you’re a mom, you might be, too!)

“Mom, I think you’re shrinking.” My firstborn stands beside me, the tip of his blonde head occupying the space above mine. He casts me one of his infectious grins as he puffs out his chest and holds his shoulders tall to prove the truth of his declaration. I stretch myself up on tiptoe so I […]

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When You Just Want a Glimpse of the Best You

Laughter rises above the dirty dishes that have been shoved to the center of our dinner table. Cold spaghetti noodles dangle down the side of the big red pasta bowl like snakes slithering from their nest. A blue-flowered napkin covers the puddle of chocolate milk that was spilled when a certain five-year-old reached for the last […]

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The Secret to Hearing from Heaven

When Lizzy was four-and-a-half, God gave her a new pair of ears.    At least that’s what she told me one February morning as I spread vanilla frosting over the cupcakes we were preparing for snack time at preschool.   It’s been nearly a decade since that memorable day, but I can still picture my […]

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When You’re Longing for Home…

Last month, he cried when the moon rose high.  When the Legos had been put away and the ping-pong paddles had been laid to rest, when he’d slipped into his flannel green pajama pants and he’d climbed into that top bunk, he’d remember where he was. Or maybe where he wasn’t.   The shadows dance differently […]

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How to Step Into the New Year with Peace

Boxes are piled high here. Shelves sit awkwardly empty. I can’t move through the garage now that all the contents of the attic have relocated there. I can’t find an extra pillow case when Josh spills his chocolate milk all over the pillow planted at his feet beneath the kitchen table at breakfast time. (And […]

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When that Bethlehem Baby Becomes Both Savior and Scribe

 Last summer Hannah decided she wanted to try-out for a local children’s musical. As I dropped her at the audition, I asked how I could pray for her.  “Please tell God that I just really want a script!” Hannah replied.   I nodded, understanding my third-born’s plea. A script feels like a good thing, indeed. A […]

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When You Need Faith for the Next Step…

We once found an old rope ladder hanging from a tree in the middle of the woods, me and a gaggle of seventh-grade girls who were rushing through the timber at church camp the summer of my thirteenth year.  For some reason, that memory surfaced while I was lying in the top bunk next to my […]

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Why Your Middle Name is Really Grace

She is slumped on the couch all grumpy and mad, her lips pursed in a dramatic pout. “Why didn’t you name ME Elizabeth Grace?” my little girl asks as she punctuates her big sister’s name with a hiss of frustration. I set down the laundry basket I’m lugging through the living room and turn my […]

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An Invitation to Color Outside of the Lines (Hope for Try-Hard-Moms)

Her disgruntled wail rose over the clank and rattle of the cereal bowl I’d just dropped on the floor in my attempt to carry all of the breakfast dishes from table to sink in one swoop. Maggie had agreed to color a picture for Grandma while I mopped up milk splats and recovered the kitchen […]

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What This Mother Fears Most

“What are you afraid of, Mommy?” His sweaty head is wedged between my chin and my shoulder, and the hot breath from his sleepy whisper tickles my neck. I’m crammed beside him in the top bunk because those bad dreams woke him up again, and he believes that his mommy’s prayers can chase away the […]

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