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I struggle with control. I don’t really know many people who don’t. I worry about how my life will turn out as a single mom and how that upbringing will affect my son. I worry about my future and my son’s future. I want to be happy and for him…
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A letter to the girl across the counter.
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Continue reading →: A letter to the girl across the counter.I hate the way I look while driving. I know you must think how random, but it’s simply the truth. I hunch over the wheel & cling for dear life. I’m a natural born disaster, as up tight as they come. You know the saying “brace yourself”? Well, no worries.…
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Continue reading →: untitled post 683I need the everything of Jesus. (Oh, really? Is that all?) But really. I so desperately need all of him. I’m in this place where the grounds more than a little shifty & I’m never really sure when I’m going to fall into another pit, Crash Bandicoot style. I am…
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Continue reading →: Things to bring you down.Wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble baby, wobble. Not sure how this is going to fit into the bigger picture here, but it belongs. YES YES YES YES YES + NOOOOOO = future you I have this scar on my left hand that connects my wrist bone to my knuckle. By…
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Continue reading →: untitled post 666It’s April/May. It might as well be May, because we only have one more week, and at the rate we throw days around our head, releasing them like we’re all Olympic shot put catapult kind of gals, well, to us… its May. So four whole months into 2015, and I…
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Continue reading →: When we see the Maker’s hands.Let’s just be honest. 80% of weather isn’t good enough. & it’s funny, because we’re always looking for tomorrow. Or the next day. Or Thursday when the weather’s supposed to be a high of 75 (Ohioans, dream on). When it’s summer it’s that first hint of fall, those first…
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Continue reading →: ATLAS// in the crevice of love.My legs don’t walk anymore, I say, breathing in the first sip of my eight o’clock blend. & you are here, all preceding eye contact your latest regret, as you try to cover the nervous look in your eyes. Because when you rumped your fist against my door, I was…
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Continue reading →: ATLAS// burning cities.
…the valley of achor will be a place to pasture herds. | ISAIAH 65:10 I read the prophetic words as they lift off the page & take the form of all too many faces. Friends. Family. Acquaintances. Myself. I recall times when I was there, in the sinking waters. Times…
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Continue reading →: ATLAS// always enough.
Sometimes it feels like I’m driving in circles. The moment when you & her were trying to be big girls, taking your first road trip driving to a place you didn’t know. You were so close to your destination, two minutes away, yet through all the intersecting streets the place…
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Continue reading →: ATLAS// in the midst of the chaos.But everyday it’s something new. It’s chaotic & completely out of whack. & we look at all the confusion fighting to go every direction all at once & were like I can’t do this + something’s gotta be a common denominator to keep me sane. Something’s gotta hold this together.…
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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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