The Overflow! where souls are filled and faith is spilled

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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Because Real Love Stoops

The first time I slow danced with you my nose came up to your arm pit. I know, because I made a joke about how I’d hoped you’d remembered to put on deodorant that day. Your face had turned crimson, the red rising from your neck to your eyebrows, and you’d promised me that you’d […]

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Why The Best Moments of Life May Never Be Pinned or Posted.

They wanted to play hide-and-go-seek in a place with lots of trees. So on Saturday morning, we grabbed our jackets and headed across the bike trail to the campground that grows quiet when the warmth of summer wanes.   No friendly campers or smoldering bonfires greeted us when we neared the playground, just empty swings swaying ever-so-slightly […]

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Be Careful What You Pray For…

My mom used to tell me, “Be careful what you pray for…”  And though I probably never acknowledged her wisdom when I was a winsome teen, I’ll gladly admit it now. God has a way of taking our prayers, even the ones we don’t remember praying, and answering them in His own way, in His […]

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Five-Minute Friday: Finding Wonder in the Mudpuddle

I’m lying beside him in the top bunk, scratching his bony back and chatting about the summer we’ve shared. In mere days, he’ll hop on that big yellow school bus and head to first grade. But his mama needs closure as we flip the calendar page, confirmation that his brief season at home has been […]

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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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Why Every Day Could Be Your Birth-Day

The pitter patter of six-year-old feet foiled my plan. It was the first day in ages that my alarm hadn’t been set for the crack of dawn. Call it indulgent, but it seemed that a woman should be able to clock a little extra sleep on her birthday. But his urgent murmur sliced through my […]

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For the Mom Whose Eyes Have Grown Dim

When I first laid eyes on my newborn son, I didn’t know that motherhood would impair my vision. On that day when I first drank deep the sight of him, all wet and wiggly and wonderful, I had no idea that I’d  be prone to blindness. When I lost myself in his baby blues, my labor-weary body ravished by […]

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Mercy in the Middle of the Mess

When I stepped through the girls’ bedroom door, it looked like I’d stumbled on a crime scene. Half-dressed Barbie dolls lay strewn across the floor, shreds of clumpy white cotton balls littered the carpet like misplaced clouds that had fallen out of the summer sky. And a pool of bright pink nail polish silently sabotaged the only […]

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If the School Year has Left Your Arms a Little Empty…

  I stood in the preschool parking lot feeling naked last week. No wigglers dangling willy nilly from my limbs, no pudgy little fingers wrapping themselves around my neck, no wet pink lips accessorizing my ears with secrets.  Just me and my empty hands. I swatted those stray tears that refused to stay perched in […]

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