The Overflow! where souls are filled and faith is spilled

When Grace Falls Like Snow

She notices the leafless limbs on our drive to preschool. “Mommy, what happen to their golden gowns?” The twinge of  alarm in her voice interrupts the grocery list I’m scripting in my head.  “Whose gowns?” I ask, trying to shift my focus from frozen peas to the four-year-old in the seat behind me.  “The trees. […]

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Hope When You’re Stuck in the Middle

Hannah is the sensitive one in our family.  When she was a baby, she cried day and night. When she was a preschooler, she cried when her big brother pulled on her pigtail and yelped, “ride em’ pony!”   When she was a kindergartner, she lay in bed and cried for “all the kids who don’t have mommies […]

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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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Princess Panties and Superhero Briefs: When Hope is Buried in the Laundry Pile

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 come […]

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An Invitation to Color Outside of the Lines (Hope for Try-Hard-Moms)

Her disgruntled wail rose over the clank and rattle of the cereal bowl I’d just dropped on the floor in my attempt to carry all of the breakfast dishes from table to sink in one swoop. Maggie had agreed to color a picture for Grandma while I mopped up milk splats and recovered the kitchen […]

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The One Thing That’s Better than a Trip to Disneyland!

 I am trying to get a handle on another day that’s snowballed.  The sun will sink soon and the breakfast dishes are still jeering at me from the kitchen counter. The phone rings, and the minute I pick it up, I regret the decision. A monotone voice wanes on the other end of the line, and […]

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Mercy in the Middle of the Mess

When I stepped through the girls’ bedroom door, it looked like I’d stumbled on a crime scene. Half-dressed Barbie dolls lay strewn across the floor, shreds of clumpy white cotton balls littered the carpet like misplaced clouds that had fallen out of the summer sky. And a pool of bright pink nail polish silently sabotaged the only […]

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The Inspire Series: Dream Girl

 I remember sitting on a baby-bear chair in the back of the first grade classroom.  Me.  And twenty other moms wiping sweat beads off of our foreheads on a sultry May day near the school year’s end.  The kids were lined up in a perfect row in front of the whiteboard at the classroom’s head. Each child […]

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If the School Year has Left Your Arms a Little Empty…

  I stood in the preschool parking lot feeling naked last week. No wigglers dangling willy nilly from my limbs, no pudgy little fingers wrapping themselves around my neck, no wet pink lips accessorizing my ears with secrets.  Just me and my empty hands. I swatted those stray tears that refused to stay perched in […]

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Redemption Song (Why the World Needs your Story, even that Messy One!)

  Everyone needs a friend who can spy beauty in bedlam; a friend who can extract something marvelous out of the mess. Everyone needs a friend who can lasso hope in the hurt and discover purpose in the pain. My dear friend Ashley Larkin is that kind of friend. She’s a woman who inspires me […]

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