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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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Beautiful things.
“You make beautiful things,” he repeats back into the crevices of my heart. Bc I’ve been stressing & hoping & wondering & questioning & praying. I have a lot on my plate lately & so I want to blame it on the things mounding over me, pressuring me to be so much & do so…
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tuesdays with the girls
On Tuesdays, we gather in my living room. Some girls sit on each others laps, leaning into each other as we talk. Some gather on the floor with a bowl of popcorn. We’ve grown comfortable with each other these days, conversations following bunny trails more often than I might like to imagine, laughing over each…
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When it all boils down to love.
“For I desire faithful love & not sacrifice, the knowledge of God rather than burnt offerings.” Hosea 6:6, CSB Have you ever read through Hosea? I just decided to dive into it, the last time having read the book through was years ago, though it had always been a favorite of mine. I love a…
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A ready help.
All too often I find myself looking at the Bible as only a history lesson. Proof that God once had it. Here’s what he did in the good old days. Here’s the work he performed in his prime, before retirement. The present isn’t a waiting game for God. He isn’t sitting twiddling his…
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Halfsies.
“‘Come, let us settle this’, says the Lord. ‘Though your sins are scarlet, they will be as white as snow; though they are crimson red, they will be like wool.” Isaiah 1:18 CSB I was recently driving down the road when God brought my attention to a little dance studio in passing. A building…
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Grief on its tiptoes.
Sometimes it feels as if grief walks on its tiptoes, creeping up behind you until its too late & all at once you’re engulfed in a sea of sorrow. Its so weighty, but the initial pitter patter sound can fool us all. Mother’s day was like that for me. I woke…
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I fight to feel purposeful.
I honestly didn’t even realize until I was reading the genealogy in Matthew, highlighting all the women who were important mamas, but when I came to verse 16, the tables turned. “& Jacob fathered Joseph the husband of Mary, who gave birth to Jesus who is called the Christ.” —Matthew 1 The shift in my…
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The best marriage advice I’ve ever been given.
Today is three years with my handsome, loving, & selfless man. Three years. No, its not 10, 20, or 50. But its three years. 365 days three times over (my hubs isn’t here to do my math right now). 1 child growing 3 years older. 2 children being added to our family. 2 children being…
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