The Overflow! where souls are filled and faith is spilled

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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What A Mom Does in the Last Hour of the Last Day of Summer

On the last night of summer, I cried.  I waited until first-day-of-school clothes were chosen and laid out for morning, until backpacks were lined at the door and  starlit prayers murmured over nervous sleep-seekers. I waited until the teenager stopped checking Instagram and set his alarm clock with a moan, until the underwear was folded and the […]

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On Living A Beautiful Life (What a Mom can Learn from a Teenage Daughter!)

August 4, 2013 Dear Elizabeth Grace, Happy Birthday, sweet daughter! I can’t believe you are already a teenager. Didn’t I just bring you home wrapped in that soft pink blanket Grandma had bought to replace all those blue ones I’d packed in my hospital bag? Didn’t I just make a hundred phone calls to tell […]

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When Life Feels Complicated…

There are mud boots scattered slovenly across my deck and sand shovels dotting the yard.  There are sticky splats of spilled dish soap on my front step and abandoned bubble wands by the welcome mat. There are dirt pies baking on the back patio and pieces of sidewalk chalk streaming up and down the driveway […]

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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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When You Forget Who You Are

When my firstborn was just a toddler, we often began our dinnertime routine with a silly game. “Whose boy are you?” I’d ask my son as we gathered round the table when Daddy got home.  The answer changed from night to night, but Luke’s irrepressible delight did not.  Baby blues ablaze, he loved to hold […]

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Why Every Girl Longs To Be Beautiful

I noticed the change in her eyes the moment her Daddy handed her that red rose and told her she was beautiful.I’d told her, too, of course, as I’d zipped up her brand new dress and watched her test out a few dance moves on her bedroom floor.I’d smiled at her in the mirror as […]

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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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Multitude Mondays: Easter and the Gift You’ve Always Wanted

Just days before I became Mrs. Alicia Bruxvoort, one of my bridesmaids asked me what I was planning to give my groom on our wedding day.I pictured my little green suitcase packed with five silky pieces of lingerie, raised an eyebrow at my seemingly nosey friend, and replied, “Well, what do you think I should give […]

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What Makes A Woman Cry in the Hardware Store

  Normally, a trip to the hardware store  isn’t my idea of a hot date.   But on a sunny spring day nearly a decade ago, I readily accepted my husband’s invitation to accompany him to Menards.   We weren’t there just to choose more shelving for the garage or to secure a new set of […]

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