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If You Give A Boy A Stick…

Of all the poems I’ve written for my children over the years, this is one of my favorites. Joshua loved to play with sticks when he was little, and one day when we were out playing in the trees, I watched him leaping around excitedly with a great big stick in his hand. And in […]

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When You’re Waiting for God to Fill the Gaps

If you’re stopping by from “Encouragement for Today,” welcome!   It’s a treat to spend some time with you. I’d love to stay connected on Facebook or Twitter. If you’d like The Overflow to trickle quietly into your in-box each week, please subscribe on the sidebar before you leave. Also, I’m now scheduling speaking engagements for the 2014/2015 school […]

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Why Measuring Sticks Aren’t Made for Jousting (And How to Stop Hurting Ourselves!)

Welcome, friends! If you’re stopping by from Encouragement for Today, I’m so glad you’re here. Please make yourself at home and stay a while. I hope you’ll find that this is a place where faith is spilled and souls are filled. And if you enjoy the encouragement you discover on these pages, let’s connect on […]

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What Every Daughter Really Wants

She’s fresh out of bed, still clad in her Tinkerbell pajamas with the ripped satin ruffle and the faded imprint of wings when she wanders onto the deck and finds us sharing a cup of coffee in the Saturday morning quiet.  Her Daddy’s in his shabby jeans and faded t-shirt, the patron uniform of Saturday […]

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When We Roll out the Red Carpet and Put Feet to our Faith

Last year, on the last day of last summer, we rolled out the red carpet. Right there, in my brown-grassed backyard, with a dozen families and too-many-to-count kids, we stepped into the school year with dancing feet.  And prancing feet. Cartwheeling feet and flipping feet. We were a  marvelous mix of preschoolers and pre-teens; first-graders and fifth-graders, proud […]

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The Day I Lied About Motherhood

I remember sitting at my first mom’s group and contemplating whether I should tell a lie.  We were crammed into an empty Sunday School room on a Thursday morning; six moms, two cast-off gold recliners and an ugly green couch. But nobody seemed bothered by the tight quarters or the thread-bare cushions. We were just […]

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When You Just Want a Glimpse of the Best You

Laughter rises above the dirty dishes that have been shoved to the center of our dinner table. Cold spaghetti noodles dangle down the side of the big red pasta bowl like snakes slithering from their nest. A blue-flowered napkin covers the puddle of chocolate milk that was spilled when a certain five-year-old reached for the last […]

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The Secret to Hearing from Heaven

When Lizzy was four-and-a-half, God gave her a new pair of ears.    At least that’s what she told me one February morning as I spread vanilla frosting over the cupcakes we were preparing for snack time at preschool.   It’s been nearly a decade since that memorable day, but I can still picture my […]

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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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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 […]

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