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Why Every Mom Needs a Superhero Besides the One on Her Little Boy’s Briefs

I am folding underwear at eleven o’clock when he finally walks through the door in his blue scrubs.    The black rings that bridge the gap between his cheek bones and his blood-shot eyes testify to the nineteen hour work day he’s just finished.    But the sparkle in his weary smile is one I’ve […]

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Why I’d Rather Be Buying Bubble Bath…

 I was sniffing guy deodorant when our eyes met. She probably hadn’t meant to stare as she squeezed past me in aisle seven, her cart piled high with diapers and baby wipes. But it’s not every day that you spy a thirty-nine-year-old woman conducting fragrance assessments in Walmart. It’s crazy what we’ll do for our […]

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Why We Have to Stoop to Soar

A hummingbird got trapped in our garage last fall. We noticed it, gossamer wings flapping frenzied, as my preschoolers piled into the van to pick up the kids at school.The tiny bird darted from one side of the garage to the other, bumping its soft feathered head on the ceiling and looping dangerously through the […]

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When A Mother Dies 1000 Deaths

  Motherhood is a daily invitation to die.  She had told me that, tears in her eyes and love in her touch, as she stroked my baby’s soft skin and wrapped her arm around my weary shoulder. She was a mother who had raised four godly boys and had shaped hundreds of others. A woman […]

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Multitude Mondays: Why Our Neighbors Might Think We’re Crazy

“The neighbors are going to think you’re crazy,” my husband had warned the first time I’d told him about my plan to begin a marvelous new Easter tradition.   He’d repeated the words last year on Easter morning as he’d kissed the top of my head and watched me traipse out the door at sunrise […]

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A Servant’s Prayer

  Lately, one of my girls’ favorite past times  is playing “servants.”    I believe this unique version of playing house was inspired by one of the Dear America books that Hannah just finished reading. Filled with excerpts from a young slave girl’s diary written during the civil war, this true story captured Hannah’s compassionate heart.   When Hannah convinces her siblings […]

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Multitudes on Mondays: When Giving the World isn’t Enough…

I am sliding folded laundry into drawers in the dark when his empty bed catches my eye. His pinstriped sheets are still rumpled in a wad at the foot of the mattress. His faded old comforter dangles carelessly off the edge of the top bunk. His pillow holds a splotch of moonlight that’s slipped in through […]

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How Falling in Love Improves Your Hearing

 When Luke was little, he padded down the hall early one morning and found me curled up on the corner of our outdated plaid couch where I often began my day.  Wrapped in six A.M. stillness, I had seized the fleeting silence and was talking with the Lord. I hadn’t heard his little feet padding down […]

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When the New Year Blows In

As the hands of the clock pushed midnight on New Year’s Eve, the wind began to howl. Its lonely whistle echoed in the darkness like a freight train bound for dawn. Abandoned soccer balls somersaulting across the yard tripped the floodlights, then rolled to a tangled halt in the swaying prairie grass beyond the swing […]

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Bedtime Prayers

“Prayer is not a little habit pinned on to us while we were tied to our mother’s apron strings; neither is it a little decent quarter of a minute’s grace said over an hour’s dinner; but it is a most serious work of our most serious years.” -E.M. Bounds       I linger long […]

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