The Overflow! where souls are filled and faith is spilled

Wishing You Joy… Because of Him

I’ve been taking a break from words this week. I’ve been trying to listen more and talk less. Trying to focus more on their words-  on the stories and musings, the songs and proclamations that flow from the mouths of my five sweet gifts, all filling our home with happy noise this week.    Perhaps, […]

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When Faith Requires Surrender

     The gospel of Luke begins with two divine birth announcements– one predicting the arrival of John the Baptist and the other promising the birth of the Messiah. Elizabeth and Mary, the unassuming mothers of these promised sons, were not merely tied by family relationship, but also by their eyebrow-raising pregnancies. Each woman– one […]

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Third Thursday Thoughts: When Giving Up Means Great Gain

Today I’m linking up with Hearts at Home to ponder this question:  “What have you given up so your family can have more?”    I’ve been musing on this thought for weeks and feel nearly guilty for writing anything at all.  Quite honestly, what I’ve “given up” along the way seems small and insignificant. My […]

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That THING at the Park! (an unlikely story of answered prayer)

I’m delighted to once again be participating in the Third Thursday Thoughts Hearts at Home blog hop. “Hearts at Home seeks to encourage, equip, and educate every mom in every season of motherhood using Christian values to strengthen families.”Today’s topic is “tell about a time at the playground when THAT THING happened.”  If you’re in the mood to […]

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The Truth Will Set You Free…

The more I grow accustomed to living with the truth of my borrowed treasure, the more I am realizing just how handy that fact can be.  For instance, just yesterday, I practiced saying it aloud- she’s not mine- and I discovered that the truth was surprisingly freeing… I was just hopping into the shower when […]

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Investing in Borrowed Treasure

She’s not yours. The thought stabbed me first as I quietly cuddled with my pajama-clad toddler before sunrise last week. Her rumpled hair tickled my nose while I nuzzled her soft sweaty ringlets and breathed deep her sleepy morning scent. The invasive words jolted my soul. I tried to shove them beneath the secrets and […]

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She’s not yours. The thought stabbed me first as I quietly cuddled with my pajama-clad toddler before sunrise last week. Her rumpled hair tickled my nose while I nuzzled her soft sweaty ringlets and breathed deep her sleepy morning scent. The invasive words jolted my soul. I tried to shove them beneath the secrets and […]

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She’s not yours. The thought stabbed me first as I quietly cuddled with my pajama-clad toddler before sunrise last week. Her rumpled hair tickled my nose while I nuzzled her soft sweaty ringlets and breathed deep her sleepy morning scent. The invasive words jolted my soul. I tried to shove them beneath the secrets and […]

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Spy Kids Live!

I’ll be heading to the grocery store soon, accumulating the Monday morning re-stock that turns my squeaky-wheeled grocery cart into a clunky second-rate parade float decorated with canned goods and cereal boxes. I’ll try to grab every item on my list so I don’t have to endure the quiet misery of a return trip tomorrow. […]

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Spy Kids Live!

I’ll be heading to the grocery store soon, accumulating the Monday morning re-stock that turns my squeaky-wheeled grocery cart into a clunky second-rate parade float decorated with canned goods and cereal boxes. I’ll try to grab every item on my list so I don’t have to endure the quiet misery of a return trip tomorrow. […]

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