The Overflow! where souls are filled and faith is spilled

Big Dreams and Small Streams and Wisdom from a Waterfall

I have a confession to make: I’ve always wanted to do something REALLY BIG for God. I know, I know, that sounds rather vain. But there’s something in me that has always dreamed of changing the world for the sake of my Savior. I remember camping out beneath the velvety stars at church camp as […]

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Because I Couldn’t Talk My Husband into Another Baby….

Lately, I’ve been feeling like packing up some boxes. Or peeing on a stick just to see if a little pink plus sign appears. Or getting a puppy. Or chopping off all of my hair and trying to sport the punk rock spike. You see, I love change. In fact, my dear husband of nearly twenty years has […]

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Why Everyone Needs A Reversible Dad

  He’s hunched over a piece of plain white paper, green crayon in hand. When his tongue peeks out from between the window of his slender lips, I know he’s concentrating hard.  Kindergarten-scrawl begins to take shape on the page, and I hear him sounding out the letters under his breath as he writes. Duh….. Aaaaaaa………Duh. […]

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For Those Days When You’re Not Feeling Like Mom-of-the-Year…

When she’d said it, the hairs on my arms had stood up at rapt attention. I don’t know why the simple obvious had sounded so profound coming out of a four-year-old’s mouth.  Maybe it’s the way she exclaims every word like she’s inviting me to a party, or the way she choreographs each sentence with […]

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When You Realize Those Kids Beneath Your Roof Aren’t Really Yours

She’s not yours. The holy whisper had interrupted my morning regimen a few years ago as I’d cuddled a pajama-clad toddler before sunrise.  Maggie’s soft sweaty ringlets had tickled my nose while I’d breathed deep her sleepy morning scent.  And though I usually welcome the voice of wisdom, on that particular day, the invasive words had jolted […]

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When Closed Doors Don’t Budge (And Why God May Not Turn The Handle)

  photo credit When Lukas was just nine months old, he developed an unsettling habit of trying to crawl through closed doors. Head bent and gritted jaw set, my firstborn would assume the bulldozer position and wriggle forward with dogged determination until he collided with the door that stood in his way. Then my tenacious tot would pull his […]

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Why Waiting isn’t a New Fad

                                        I found this poem scribbled on a piece of scrap paper stuffed in an old Bible of mine today.  After yesterday’s post, it seemed like a sweet echo from the Lord.  And a humbling reminder […]

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The One Who Lives Up To His Name

  We began an Advent study on the names of Jesus tonight, and I was reminded once again of why I love my Savior.   The Word Made Flesh, the Son of David, the Lion of Judah; I adore Him.    The True Vine, the Bread of Life, the Rock; I delight in Him.    Mighty Counselor, Prince […]

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The Fight for Baby Jesus (Or Why It’s A Great Time of Year to Share!)

It happened years ago on a cold day in November, the unexpected fight beneath my roof.   My girls no longer remember the heated words and scratching fingernails, but I never want to forget.   Because that was the day that I began to wonder what would happen if the Christmas season became more about sharing than shopping.  […]

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When You’re Waiting for Morning to Come…

I would hear the pitter-patter of his sleepy feet before his voice woke me. No need to look at the clock on my bedside table– I knew it read 3 A.M. For years, that was his waking time.  His squinty eyes and slurred speech would confirm that he wasn’t rested, but my three-year-old’s odd sleep rhythms always […]

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