The Overflow! where souls are filled and faith is spilled

When You Lose Your Little Boy And Decide to Not Go Looking for Him

I lost my little boy for the first time when he was two-years old. He’d been bent over the wooden train table at the library when the baby had begun to fuss.  I’d shifted my gaze from my tow-headed toddler to the infant carrier at my feet, and by the time I’d fished the pacifier out […]

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Why Every Girl Longs To Be Beautiful

I noticed the change in her eyes the moment her Daddy handed her that red rose and told her she was beautiful.I’d told her, too, of course, as I’d zipped up her brand new dress and watched her test out a few dance moves on her bedroom floor.I’d smiled at her in the mirror as […]

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Family, Faith and Fun: If you don’t want Easter to End!

For the word of God is alive and powerful. It is sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint marrow. It exposes our innermost thoughts and desires. -Hebrews 4:12     Welcome to Family Faith and Fun!    One of my favorite parts of motherhood is dreaming up ways to bring the Bible to […]

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Multitude Mondays: The Cure for an Empty Life

       She refused to go to sleep on Easter night.She’d announced it just after I’d pulled her fuzzy purple blanket to her chin, said it emphatically, so I’d understand her firm decision. “I’m not going to close my eyes!”Her big sister on the top bunk giggled, and I tried not to do the same.My […]

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Multitude Mondays: Easter and the Gift You’ve Always Wanted

Just days before I became Mrs. Alicia Bruxvoort, one of my bridesmaids asked me what I was planning to give my groom on our wedding day.I pictured my little green suitcase packed with five silky pieces of lingerie, raised an eyebrow at my seemingly nosey friend, and replied, “Well, what do you think I should give […]

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small stuff scooter

Scooter story- small stuff   We were in the middle of an intense afternoon of road  races… the track mapped out with sidewalk chalk all the way across our long narrow drive…all the kids lined up with their scooters adorned with streamers and balloons… each one vying for bragging rights… I held up an orange […]

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Of Stretch Marks and Grace

No one told me about the stretch marks that come after the baby is born.    Oh, I’d been amply warned of the blemishes that accompany pregnancy.   I’d been told about skin pulled like silly putty and salmon-hued stripes that would  forever bear witness to the life that had bloomed beneath my heart.   […]

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The Shape of Grace

  We’d argued on our drive to the hospital.  I’d soon be lying belly-up on an exam table covered with a scratchy disposable sheet and trying not to squirm as the skin on my stretched-out belly was covered with clear cold goo. We were just moments from our first glimpse of the baby tucked beneath my heart.   […]

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When You Get Lost Without Ever Leaving Home

I was knee-deep in underwear when he said it.   “I feel like I’m losing you…”     I glanced up from the super-hero briefs I was folding and gave my husband of eighteen years a glazed stare.   The clock was pushing midnight and he was slumped quiet on the couch, his blue scrubs […]

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Multitude Mondays: On Surviving Winter and Seeing Past the Gray

We spend the afternoon painting memories on a palette of white.  Breathing deep the crisp air and tilting chins toward the toasty sun, we set cooped-up feet free on a hill of powdered grace. A week of sub-zero wind chills had left us bound by walls and frost. Our goodwill had withered behind winter’s hedges like […]

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