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how could this be
that from so many tears, joy would bloom? that from such deep heartache, I would know love better, more intimately, than others who have been spared? that my children would see their mommy get out of bed, shed her grave clothes, and take on another day? I’ll tell you how. Jesus. He promised me back…
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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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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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even living?
Something important is happening here, but I still can’t pin down what. It’s clear from my children’s happy days and satisfied sleeps that we’re making it. We keep making it. Each day arrives, and we’re still here, but now something new bids us forward into each morning. Is this joy? Is this hope? We made…
a scribble of jo 