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What a Mom Needs to Remember When Her Life Feels Small

Laundry frames the end of my day, stacks of clean underwear and yet-to-be-folded t-shirts, drifts of unmatched socks and mountains of wrinkled jeans.  Upturned baskets are scattered across the living room like tiny tables awaiting a tea party. But I’m not in the mood for a midnight soiree or a sip of liquid comfort. I’m […]

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Why Your Middle Name is Really Grace

She is slumped on the couch all grumpy and mad, her lips pursed in a dramatic pout. “Why didn’t you name ME Elizabeth Grace?” my little girl asks as she punctuates her big sister’s name with a hiss of frustration. I set down the laundry basket I’m lugging through the living room and turn my […]

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An Invitation to Color Outside of the Lines (Hope for Try-Hard-Moms)

Her disgruntled wail rose over the clank and rattle of the cereal bowl I’d just dropped on the floor in my attempt to carry all of the breakfast dishes from table to sink in one swoop. Maggie had agreed to color a picture for Grandma while I mopped up milk splats and recovered the kitchen […]

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If You Feel Like You’re Losing Your Marbles…(How To Choose Joy in the Daily Grind)

  I’m picking up run-away marbles this morning and grumbling that I’m at risk of losing mine when I think of her. Her hallow eyes dominate my thoughts as I bend low and grab those shiny glass orbs that are scattered all over the living room again.  Maggie’s been cooking me marble stew since she stumbled from […]

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On Red Sparkly Shoes and Beautiful Feet

She will only wear shoes if they sparkle.  No glitter? No girl.  Her all time favorites are the red ones.  When we speak of common sense things like rain boots and tennis shoes, she turns her head and says, “No, thanks. I’d rather have sparkly feet.”  This used to drive me crazy. Me, the mom […]

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When You Wish Monday Morning Wouldn’t Come…

The sky is black and the house is quiet, and I wish the sun would just postpone it’s imminent debut. I’ve walked two bleary-eyed children back to bed in the fading moonlight. And I’ve promised them morning will come soon. But today’s one of those days when I wish I could slow the clock. Today’s […]

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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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For the Mom Whose Feet Are Weary

Dear Mom whose feet are weary,  I know that the road feels long.  And bumpy. And downright boring at times. I know that sometimes it feels like you’ll never turn the corner and you wonder if you’ll ever move at a faster pace. ‘Cause that toddler keeps pausing to dig in the dirt and the […]

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When You Feel Like You’re Not Enough

My kids have been streaming home from church camp over the past few weeks, and the blazing sparkle beneath the tired eyes and the tales of God-sightings and faith-igniting have reminded me once again that what my children need more than an amazing mother is a faithful Father. Hope you don’t mind my digging out […]

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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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