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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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exhaustion and thrills
This week has exhausted and thrilled me. I had the chance to participate in the Hudson Valley Writing Program at SUNY New Paltz, mentoring eighteen enthusiastic teenage writers intent on honing their craft. It felt so good to be back in a classroom, near learning again. What is it within that thirsts for knowledge? If…
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the grace to give thanks
Maybe it is the holidays closing in upon us that makes me weary, or perhaps it is the 24/7 life that calls to keep on keeping on–either way, I look out my backyard window and ask, “How much longer, Lord?” I don’t think I even fully understand what it is that I await. I just…
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burdens breaking
These last few weeks have been filled with moments of hardship. Things that should have been simple have hurt me, and I’ve fallen asleep some nights with an aching for another home. I have felt the weight of this calling–the calling to serve, the calling to sacrifice, the calling to keep on pouring out even…
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sand dollar joy
Joy feels far these days, and I don’t know exactly why. It’s like a sand dollar buried on the beach. You don’t know where it is, but you know it’s somewhere, so you keep on walking until you find it. You keep slapping your bare foot against the wet sand, hoping to feel the bulge…
a scribble of jo 
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