The Overflow! where souls are filled and faith is spilled

When You Wish Your Name Were Bluebell (Or How to Grow Into the Girl of Your Dreams!)

We’re standing in line at the Dollar Tree, Maggie wiggling impatient in her favorite purple tutu, when the elderly woman behind us bends low to look my jittery one in the eye.  “You’re as beautiful as your dancing dress,” the sweet grandma says. Maggie smiles a thank-you, and the woman continues to chat with my youngest as I dig […]

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For Those Days When You Don’t Feel Like You’re Making A Difference…

When my husband began medical school, I accepted a teaching job in a too-small-classroom with no windows where struggling students were sent to get their last required English credit before graduation.  It wasn’t exactly the teaching position of my dreams. But it was a job. And it would pay the bills as my husband paid […]

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The Search {how idolatry sometimes wears hashtags)

The first time I read Kelli Woodford’s words, I sat awestruck and then read them again, slowly.  Some things just can’t be swallowed fast. Some things need to be savored and chewed and allowed to sift from head to heart. Kelli’s writing is one of those things. After meeting Kelli through  this sweet band of sisters […]

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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 You Should Save Those Dead Flowers When Mother’s Day Is Over

My firstborn once gave me dead flowers on Mother’s Day. I knew his perfect gift was at risk of being foiled when he’d raced into the kitchen and asked me for a box. I could see splashes of yellow and purple peeking through his slender fingers on those hands crossed slyly behind his back.  And even […]

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If You’re Tired of Living Empty…

“I feel like I’m living with a slow leak,” I told my friend last week as I leaned out the window of the mini-van and waited for soccer practice to end. I glanced at my watch and calculated the minutes until Hannah’s dance class was over, gazed up the hill at the soccer players and willed […]

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When Jesus Wears a Blue Wal-Mart Vest

    I was elbow-deep in soap suds when I heard the muffled giggle.And then the sing-song voice floating from the corner of the kitchen.“Mommy! Don’t you see me?“I relinquished a dirty skillet to the dishwater, wiped my drippy hands on my sweatpants, and walked around the counter that stood between the voice and me.I spotted […]

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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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What Makes A Woman Cry in the Hardware Store

  Normally, a trip to the hardware store  isn’t my idea of a hot date.   But on a sunny spring day nearly a decade ago, I readily accepted my husband’s invitation to accompany him to Menards.   We weren’t there just to choose more shelving for the garage or to secure a new set of […]

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