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Continue reading →: one word 2015 : untethered.n. The limit of one’s strength or resources. The limit of one’s self. Tethered, all of you. Untethered, everything after. This place where I yield. This place where I stop, taking off my shoes & emptying my pockets. Here in this body… somebody has got to give. Somebody has got…
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Continue reading →: New days, parking lots, & crackers.There are these crackers I dreamed of my mother making this year for Christmas. They were an old recipe of my grandmothers, & when ALS took the life of my gram while I completed my third grade year in a classroom that overlooked her house, it also took the life…
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Continue reading →: Receive your king.& that’s the way it was with us before Christ came. We were slaves to the spiritual powers of this word. Galatians 4:3 It was the rules game. Follow this list of things. Meet these standards. Be this tall. Then you can ride the ride. Then you’ll reach the…
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Continue reading →: Things that suffocate & pretty wrapped packages.& you know what is even harder than the pressure surrounding & suffocating you? The calling to love them. The demand to accept them how Jesus would, in the muck that they stand. The equality of love we are commanded to disperse. This love is not ours. This love is…
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Continue reading →: First the light.Brooke Fraser’s got this thing right. Or maybe she doesn’t. Maybe its nothing more than The Lord transforming smooth words into an electrocution, shaking you until you feel something. & I’ve heard the song at least 10 times before today. For some reason, I needed 11. Maybe this is his…
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Continue reading →: love, love, love.I was bribing her to show me where her pajamas could be found when I saw it. The pasty, creased paper just above the walls smooth surface, tucked as leverage behind the canvas that paralleled the narrow wall beside her father’s closet. The precise spot I had seen that peculiar…
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Continue reading →: Keep the earth below my feet.The Lord’s been soothing me, healing my sores through three words. Three words that he won’t let go of. Three words in which he has become a broken record, repeating until I loosen my grip. Until I let the words was over more than my ears, but that seep into…
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Continue reading →: & when she lovesShe loves. & it all comes out like an aggravated pop bottle. All joy oozes out, as she opens her hands, palms up, releasing all she has to give. & all she has is love. So its a gentle overflow, as sound-filled as the wind & waves that define land…
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Continue reading →: Today is for gold.Some plants die if they have too much sunshine. It may be that you are planted where you only get a little, but you are put there by a loving Farmer because only in that situation will you produce fruit unto perfection. Remember this: if any other condition had been…
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Continue reading →: This is no slow dance Tim McGraw last chance last dance homecoming wrap up.Because this day has been the pot of gold at the end of what seems to have been the longest rainbow ever. & you’ve been waiting the minute your head pops off the pillow & that still small voice reminds you that the day is finally here. Today is the…
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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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