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Once in a while, there is a moment that catches my breath, as the past four years wave up around me and over me and under me, and I see in a single second just how far God has brought us. Because what is in front of me is a pure, complete, no-doubt-about-it testimony to…
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nothing less
The other day I got a whiff of my six-year-old’s feet as he swang on our hammock, and I knew something drastic needed to be done. Summer will soon be upon us, and although I know I won’t always win the battle against crocs and smelly feet, this day I held out hope. So as…
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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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unravel
What I realize today, this morning, is that the struggle of this year has been the way in which it all continuously unravels. Think of a beautiful rug or tapestry or canvas art you have worked hard to create. It has required dreaming and imagining, re-envisioning, and effort. It has taken tears and sweat and…
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giving…thanks?
I have a hard time with Thanksgiving. The holiday. The celebration. The traditions and the expectations set up around this day. Same day every year, no matter the date, no matter the circumstance, always the fourth Thursday of November. My year follows the same pattern, typically, and I usually consider a year as starting in…
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