The Overflow! where souls are filled and faith is spilled

Why Everyone Needs A Reversible Dad

  He’s hunched over a piece of plain white paper, green crayon in hand. When his tongue peeks out from between the window of his slender lips, I know he’s concentrating hard.  Kindergarten-scrawl begins to take shape on the page, and I hear him sounding out the letters under his breath as he writes. Duh….. Aaaaaaa………Duh. […]

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What a Mom Can Learn from Squash Guts & John the Baptist

“I just feel hollow,” a dear one confessed to me this week. “Like every part of me is being shaved away.” The words hung heavy between us as we sat quiet on the couch together. I understand hollowness. I know what it’s like to be emptied of me, to be poured out day by day until […]

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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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When You Lose Your Little Boy And Decide to Not Go Looking for Him

I lost my little boy for the first time when he was two-years old. He’d been bent over the wooden train table at the library when the baby had begun to fuss.  I’d shifted my gaze from my tow-headed toddler to the infant carrier at my feet, and by the time I’d fished the pacifier out […]

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When Jesus Wears a Blue Wal-Mart Vest

    I was elbow-deep in soap suds when I heard the muffled giggle.And then the sing-song voice floating from the corner of the kitchen.“Mommy! Don’t you see me?“I relinquished a dirty skillet to the dishwater, wiped my drippy hands on my sweatpants, and walked around the counter that stood between the voice and me.I spotted […]

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Multitude Mondays: The Cure for an Empty Life

       She refused to go to sleep on Easter night.She’d announced it just after I’d pulled her fuzzy purple blanket to her chin, said it emphatically, so I’d understand her firm decision. “I’m not going to close my eyes!”Her big sister on the top bunk giggled, and I tried not to do the same.My […]

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When Easter and Underwear and Dirty Dishes Collide

I live in laundry.  And toy-clutter.  And piles. I live in noise.And chaos. And crying.And somedays, just the thought of those dirty dishes piled high on my kitchen counter; the thought of those growling tummies that will need feeding and the thought of all that underwear that still needs folding makes me want to pull the covers to […]

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Lessons from the crib

Lessons from the crib     It was one of those “mommy moments” that increases a mother’s heart rate on the spot and later causes her to consider the unseen angels that must have stepped in when she could not.  I was rounding the corner of the kitchen with a laundry basket in hand when […]

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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 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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