a scribble of jo

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for now: recent posts

  • swordfight casualty

    The other day when I had to take the trash out, I treated myself to a handful of my daughter’s Jelly Belly jelly beans. The kids were at their peak of the early evening, the point when all three of their energies perfectly align to result in chaos and noise. Yes, joy is there too,…

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  • Psalm 113

    Praise the Lord!Praise, O servants of the Lord,praise the name of the Lord!Blessed be the name of the Lordfrom this time forth and forevermore!From the rising of the sun to its setting,the name of the Lord is to be praised!The Lord is high above all nations,and his glory above the heavens!Who is like the Lord…

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  • His grace is

    Something beautiful happened a few weeks ago. On Mother’s day. My day. It wasn’t significant elsewhere, but in the pew where I sat for church, something happened. Something important and glorious and hard and hopeful. All for me. I’ve been angry lately. I’ve been angry and resentful and prideful. Angry like a blister that bursts…

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  • my memories first

    I took this picture in April 2021, on a day Eric and I had to ourselves. As parents of young kids, we had learned early that the best getaways were the ones where we got the kids away and we could stay home ourselves. This day and a half to ourselves was perfect. Eric spent…

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  • Come away

    I’ve been thinking about that strange paradox between living and grieving. We’re forced to do one but we need to do another. The one doesn’t leave much room for the other. The one often overshadows the other. Responsibilities don’t allow me room to do much reflecting. There are three rascals to feed, to hold, to…

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currently

It doesn’t come naturally, choosing this over all the other demands the day is making. It doesn’t come naturally, training my pipsqueaks to give a little space, so I can “do my Bible.” It doesn’t come naturally, waking up early and following through.