Book Reviews, Books, Motherhood

On Learning To Parent Different Kids

We’re an anxious bunch here. Anxiety runs red through our veins and upon closer inspection of the family trees, it’s apparent, that it has for generations. Some of us walk around with our shoulders near-permanently affixed just beneath our ears because that’s one way anxiety grabs hold and doesn’t let go. We forget to breathe. We…

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Come Lord Jesus, Guest posting

How We Can Keep Believing

On October 18th, my 2nd book, Come, Lord Jesus: The Weight of Waiting releases!! For the next few weeks I have invited the members of my “street team”  to share their stories and reflections on the book, the topic of waiting, and Advent. Stay tuned  for the FREE download of the first 5 days of…

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Dreams, Hope, Trust, Worship

In The Season Of Rain

Last night while driving a bus-load of kids home from Taekwondo I watched the sun crown the trees with the last of its golden rays, just before disappearing below the horizon, leaving an orangy-pink sky in its wake. I caught my breath as I alerted my young passengers to the scene, “don’t miss this!” I…

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Surrender

On Baptism And Absolute Surrender

Baptisms always make me weepy. For that matter, so does reciting the Nicene Creed, and whispering the confession of my faith, and kneeling at the communion rail. My inability to let things go, keeps the nearness of my sin always at the ready. I am quick to recall my own depravity. I’ve seen the depths of…

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Lent, Prayer

A Prayer for Ash Wednesday

It’s the first day of Lent, Ash Wednesday. As I let the weight of this season settle on me, I return to the words of this Psalm. And so it’s all I have today. With my filthy hands, my muddy heart, I hold out these words to you. Have mercy on me, O God, according…

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Broken Body, Growth, Obedience

Get To Work (How To Beat Envy)

The crocus sprung up this past weekend while I was away. When I’d packed up the car Thursday morning I’d seen their tips peeking up, all green with promise. Sunday morning when I returned, in my rush out the door to go to church I saw them–blooming buttery soft against the dry, gray mulch. They are the…

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Confessions, writing

Fix

I was 15 the summer  I offered my best friend $40 for the 2 Felix the Cat tabs of acid I’d seen her buy at the party the night before. I didn’t want it, I just didn’t want her to have it–I planned to flush it down the toilet. Unaware of the street value of LSD, I…

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