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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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The One Thing That’s Better than a Trip to Disneyland!

 I am trying to get a handle on another day that’s snowballed.  The sun will sink soon and the breakfast dishes are still jeering at me from the kitchen counter. The phone rings, and the minute I pick it up, I regret the decision. A monotone voice wanes on the other end of the line, and […]

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I’m still prejudiced

This year, when I packed away our Fisher Price nativity set, I didn’t return Jesus to the attic. I hid him in the bathroom instead. It was a fleeting and crazy idea to get my whole family to keep their eyes open in the new year, a goofy plan to keep my clan LOOKING for […]

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When Your Salsa Sprouts Eyes

Lately, I have the niggling feeling that I’m being watched.  When I open the refrigerator or walk into the bathroom, when I reach for a baseball glove in the garage or grab a tissue in the kitchen, I’m greeted by a pair of eyes. The googly kind, of course.   It’s my own fault, really.  This […]

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The One Small Thing That Makes Life Large

I realized it this morning as I sat in the cushy leather chair, a pajama-clad boy plastered to my lap—how the secret to a BIG life is dependent on one small thing. Joshua smelled of last night’s dirt and of fresh sleepy sweat. His knees still bore grass stains from crawling through the yard at […]

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Why You Might Want to Round Up Some Dirty Feet Today!

I hear giggles coming from behind the bathroom door, and I lean in close to listen.   Water runs, cupboard doors thump, and little voices chatter sing-song.   Curiosity piqued, I crack open the door and peek soundless through the slit.   They don’t even look up, so immersed in the moment they are.   […]

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When You Long to Get Out of the Boat

    I remember the first time I picked up Beth Moore’s Bible study, Believing God, and cried through the whole first lesson. Her call to faith stirred something deep inside of me.  I was tired of sitting in the boat. I wanted to walk on water. This not-so-polished poem was the cry of my […]

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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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