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What Every Daughter Really Wants

She’s fresh out of bed, still clad in her Tinkerbell pajamas with the ripped satin ruffle and the faded imprint of wings when she wanders onto the deck and finds us sharing a cup of coffee in the Saturday morning quiet.  Her Daddy’s in his shabby jeans and faded t-shirt, the patron uniform of Saturday […]

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When We Roll out the Red Carpet and Put Feet to our Faith

Last year, on the last day of last summer, we rolled out the red carpet. Right there, in my brown-grassed backyard, with a dozen families and too-many-to-count kids, we stepped into the school year with dancing feet.  And prancing feet. Cartwheeling feet and flipping feet. We were a  marvelous mix of preschoolers and pre-teens; first-graders and fifth-graders, proud […]

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The Day I Lied About Motherhood

I remember sitting at my first mom’s group and contemplating whether I should tell a lie.  We were crammed into an empty Sunday School room on a Thursday morning; six moms, two cast-off gold recliners and an ugly green couch. But nobody seemed bothered by the tight quarters or the thread-bare cushions. We were just […]

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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 on […]

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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 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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Hope When You’re Stuck in the Middle

Hannah is the sensitive one in our family.  When she was a baby, she cried day and night. When she was a preschooler, she cried when her big brother pulled on her pigtail and yelped, “ride em’ pony!”   When she was a kindergartner, she lay in bed and cried for “all the kids who don’t have mommies […]

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