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Continue reading →: when revival is evident.This sandwich season where moms are hard pressed on both sides between winter and the final start of spring is hard. Can I get an amen? My boys, 7 and 9, are living their lives as a 10 on the energy scale, living life at a pace that feels as…
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Continue reading →: “keep your head on a swivel”, they say.We moved the summer before my sixth grade year. At my old school, I wouldn’t necessarily say that I was super well-liked by all, with the good memories being singed by that of my fifth grade year when the crowds had begun to become more defined. But those challenges of…
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Continue reading →: can the tea melt, mama?She had forgotten her cup full of sweet tea in her cupholder, having found the sweet but frozen surprise in her cupholder the following morning as we made haste to Friday’s ballet lesson. As we drive, she baffles me with her wondrous mind, with a delicate hair line glow of…
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Continue reading →: A year of less baggage claims / how to wait well.The drive home from Christmas dinner is when the depression usually sets in for me. The dark, cold drive home feels a bit more consuming knowing the last month or so of preparations have been unwrapped (figuratively and literally) and now all there is to do is to clean up…
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Continue reading →: We’re healing now.We had just turned onto the road our destination sat at the end of when the sky became a dark display of the unavoidable impending rain. Lumps of cloud pressed down against the sheet of grey clouds like rain forcing its way in deep plots, with clouds that just didn’t…
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Continue reading →: Things like crawling and barren soil.Spring has been in full swing but everything is dying. We’re standing at summer’s gate- deeper than I feel comfortable with- and my garden isn’t even growing. Somehow I never imagined half the seeds that I would place in the soil would fall dormant. I feel sad about it. I…
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Continue reading →: Dad’s t-shirt.Her clothes scattered all over the floor, I was digging for a quick nightgown for Emmy to wear to bed when the memory came flying back to me, making its way home. When I was a little girl, my favorite thing to wear to bed after getting my nighttime bath…
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Continue reading →: I’ve decided to let it all go.Today feels a little like my insides are being carved out and set on fire. Graphic, I know. It feels that way, too. I feel a lot scared looking at the path I committed to. It feels like God told me that He is shifting my path when I was…
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Continue reading →: LIFT YOUR EYESI don’t know where to start this exactly, so is it okay if we just dive right in? We’re going to start in the book of first fruits. The book of Genesis. There was a man named Terah. His son Haran died. He gathered his now fatherless grandson, Lot, as…
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Continue reading →: Second times the charm.How come every time our faith feels like a lifeless uphill climb we want to run into hiding? Maybe it’s that same eye-opening, tender recognition that Adam and Eve experienced in the garden, when they knew he would see their lack of preparedness if he found them as they were-…
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I’m Sam.
Coming to you from good ole Northeast Ohio. Donny + I have been married for nine years, we have four kiddos- Allie, Luca, Leo, + Emmy Sue Promise. I’m a homeschool mom, photographer, author, women’s ministry director, + new podcast creator, just over here trying to get use to the sound of my voice.
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