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The Mom Initiative: Hope for the Hard Days

  Once there was a little girl who left bright blue footprints all over the house. And a mama who scrubbed those drips and drizzles of smudgy paint until she ran out of carpet cleaner. And a woman in the grocery store who cried in the cereal aisle. And a tiny thread of hope that ran […]

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The Mom Initiative: The Stretch Marks Nobody Told Me About

 No one told me about the stretch marks that come after the baby is born.  Oh, I’d been amply warned of the blemishes that accompany pregnancy. As my stomach bulged and grew, I gleaned wisdom from toddler-toting survivors who had once surrendered to jeans with extra panels and bellybutton hugging underwear. I read every tattered page of What to Expect When […]

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How to Speak Hope When We’re Short on Words

“Mommy?” She was sitting in the hot sand next to me, making a sandcastle with her little orange shovel. “What, Honey?” I turned my head to hear my six year old’s voice above the roar of the incoming tide. She shifted her body and stared at me like we’d just met. “Oh, nothing….” she said, […]

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Hope for Dark Nights…

Welcome, friends! I’m so glad you’re here. I hope you’ll make yourself at home. If you’re new here and you like what you find, feel free to sign up to have The Overflow trickle quietly into your in-box each week. Just subscribe on the sidebar before you leave and you won’t miss a single post. Leave me a […]

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On Cracked Cups and Broken Hearts and A Moms who Dream Big for their Little Girls

Dear Magdalene Hope, It’s dark outside and the house is quiet. And last I checked, you were tucked under your poke-a-dot comforter in the bottom bunk, your face warm and flushed with sleep. I don’t know the dreams that are dancing through your head on this moonlit night, but I’m well aware of the dreams […]

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A Prayer for the One who will Hold my Son’s Heart

So, it’s dark outside. And the wind is howling its doleful dirge before dawn. And I’m sitting here in my polka-dot pajamas, cupping my steamy mug of coffee and praying for you. It’s a crazy thing—the way I love you already and we’ve never met; the way you sneak into my thoughts at the strangest […]

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If You’re Stepping into the New Year with Empty Hands…

I remember the year Maggie cried when I pulled the Christmas stockings down. I know, I know, Christmas feels long gone and the new year is already seven days old. But this morning, as I warmed my toes by the cackling fire in the dark before dawn, I stared at the empty mantle above the […]

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Why Our Boys Don’t Have to Smell Like Stinky Gym Socks (for every mom who wants to raise a sweet-smelling son!)

 I was sniffing men’s deodorant when our eyes met. Her grocery cart was piled high with diapers and baby wipes, and the toddler in the front seat was pulling tissues from her purse and shredding them into tiny scraps of homemade confetti. But she was too busy staring at me to notice her little one’s antics. […]

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Why A Mom Should Dream Small for Her Children

I realized it one morning a few years ago as I sat in the cushy leather chair by the window, a pajama-clad boy plastered to my lap—- How the secret to a BIG life is dependent on one small thing. Six-year-old Joshua smelled of old backyard dirt and of fresh sleepy sweat. His knees still bore […]

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A Prayer for Every Marriage (and a free gift for you)

Dear friends, Thanks for joining me last week as we engaged in some real and raw talk about keeping love alive within our marriages and choosing intimacy over industry. To be honest, I didn’t want to write about gravel or about getting lost or about struggling to see the miracle of marriage. You see, years ago, I swore I’d never write about marriage because I’m […]

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