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Adopting Olivia.
Olivia’s in the Soviet Union, He told me, as we sat across from each other in a boat. Who the heck is Olivia, I thought, completely baffled, all the while knowing that He wasn’t telling me to gossip or to simply be factual. He was telling me in a manner that was a call to…
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Grief Lingering and Jesus in it.
Sometimes the emotions hit me like a tsunami, caught in the sea of overwhelm. Overwhelm that our Father saw all of our futures worthy of saving. Overwhelm at the aftermath trying to pray ourselves out of potential surgeries and pray ourselves into new vehicles. I see all of His goodness and that is overwhelming in…
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How to live when you should’ve died.
We’re living on our second life over here in the Orengia house. I know it sounds crazy, but to walk through what we have and to pretend we are the same just is not even plausible. You can’t taste His goodness to the depths we have and see His deliverance how we have and just…
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When God says you don’t have to be dry.
Brene Brown wrote that true belonging is not passive, and I think that’s a call for the sisterhood of Christ to rise. For a little over two years, my friends and I have been intentional about showing up to grow together. In the early days of meeting to sit in the living room and awkwardly…
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Pretty, Holy Bows.
The Lord has been wrapping everything together. I see Him tying individual prayer and study time to small group meeting conversations to text messages between friends to the passionate fire consuming His peoples hearts to the scriptures we meditate on, waking in the morning to hear reverberating in our hearts. Can you feel it? Have…
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When it’s time to get out of the pool.
Let’s talk about Joseph. He was seventeen when his father gifted him the robe of many colors. This wasn’t just any coat, either. The normal tunic the men wore came down to their knees and was sleeveless. This robe was spectacular beyond the vibrance pouring out of every colorful detail. This robe went to the…
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When You Want To Go Back To The Person You Were.
“I want to go back to that first passionate flame where things first began.” She had been waging silent wars over so many areas of her life that had been under attack, placing all of her effort into marching onward that she felt like somehow she started over there in this beautiful, victorious, fearless place…
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Come into the sun.
Return to me, God says. & I’ll return to you. Well, the Lord of Armies, to be exact. Just because I was raised in the church & have never known a world apart from it doesn’t mean that my faith has been a good representative of that. I’ve always known Jesus, but that hasn’t necessarily…
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The Belonging: Tuesdays
When our Tuesday group first started, I didn’t know what to expect. Somedays, when my faith was wavering & I was looking at the facts laid out in front of me, I was shaken & doubtful. Because the facts said you only know about two girls & you think this is going to bring girls…
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The Belonging: When We Step Out.
Where do I even begin? Do I go back to the days when I used to respond to the “What do you want to be when you grow up” questions with “a writer & a speaker at big conferences”? Do I go back to the night when I was surrounded by the church body &…
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