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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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For Anyone Who’s Ever Stumbled in the Darkness…

Her piercing shriek pulled me from sleep.    Groggy and disoriented, I groped my way around the corner and down the hallway toward the nursery.  Three steps from the crib, my bare feet met something sharp and pokey.    As pointed metal punctured my soft sole, I stumbled forward in the darkness and reached blindly for […]

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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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Grace in Aisle Seven (Or How God Keeps a Mother Humble))

I didn’t understand grace until I became a mother.    Oh, I’d sung about it on Sunday mornings.    And I’d read about it in His word.   I’d thanked Jesus for it every time I slipped on my golden cross necklace.  And I’d even penned a few poems about it in perfect rhythm and rhyme. […]

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Multitudes on Mondays: Why You Might Want to Change Your Name

Before our third-born arrived, my preschoolers constantly wanted to play the name game.    “What shall we name the baby?” Luke, five years-old at the time, would ask over breakfast, when I tucked him into bed, and a dozen times in between.   When the baby finally arrived and necessitated a name, we had compiled quite […]

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