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Enduring Together

When I think of endurance, I don’t think about marathons or Olympic podiums or even the work of childbirth. I think of a woman making meatloaf. Flashy, I know. Every week, an email slips into my inbox. Sometimes once, sometimes twice or three times, with almost the same subject line each time: Meals for the Lee...

Can You Come to Him, Even When It Rains?

We've been fogged in lately. Drizzly days that leave the earth spongy, small pools collecting on the sidewalks and the constant drip, drip, drip of rain splattering the windows. I love to watch the clouds roll through the city from my small terrace perch, to spot the hues of gray swirling and dancing with the...

They Said It Would Get Better

I remember when we first moved back to California, and the nightly nightmares began. He’d scream at the top of his lungs, and I’d jolt awake with my heart racing; anger, frustration, concern beating fast within my chest. I’d rush into his room stressed, wanting to comfort but also curse him back to sleep. My...

Blessing of Hospitality

Every night upon putting my girls to bed, I pray the same blessing over them. It is my way of extending God's hospitable blessing he's given me towards them.  May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face shine upon you.  And be gracious to you. May the Lord lift...

Enduring Together

When I think of endurance, I don’t think about marathons or Olympic podiums or even the work of childbirth. I think of a woman making meatloaf. Flashy, I know. Every week, an email slips into my inbox. Sometimes once, sometimes twice or three times, with almost the same subject line each time: Meals for the Lee Family. Meals for the Cooper Family. Meals for the Cruz family. I have 6,055 unread...

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Can You Come to Him, Even When It Rains?

We've been fogged in lately. Drizzly days that leave the earth spongy, small pools collecting on the sidewalks and the constant drip, drip, drip of rain splattering the windows. I love to watch the clouds roll through the city from my small terrace perch, to spot the hues of gray swirling and dancing with the far off blue. Rainy days seem to bring the paradox of beauty and pain to...

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They Said It Would Get Better

I remember when we first moved back to California, and the nightly nightmares began. He’d scream at the top of his lungs, and I’d jolt awake with my heart racing; anger, frustration, concern beating fast within my chest. I’d rush into his room stressed, wanting to comfort but also curse him back to sleep. My motherly nurture wrestled with my human need for rest. What had happened to the days...

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Blessing of Hospitality

Every night upon putting my girls to bed, I pray the same blessing over them. It is my way of extending God's hospitable blessing he's given me towards them.  May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face shine upon you.  And be gracious to you. May the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace. Both now and forever more.  ...

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What Makes a Life

The alert sounds just as I pull into my parking spot at work. The front passenger tire has low pressure. I hear the hiss of air streaming out of the tire as soon as I get out of the car. Happy Monday. But I've been here before, so I don't panic. I let my lunch date know I'll have to miss her in lieu of getting my tire patched at...

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Lost Your Way? Three Verses to Help You Get Back on Track

Many years ago, I joined a group to help me lose weight. I signed up, got the materials, stayed for the meeting, had the program explained to me and went home. The next morning, I started following the “diet.” Six months later I had reached my “goal weight.” I had succeeded. Today, more than 30 years later, most of that weight is still off. The number on the scale is...

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On Learning to Trust When Vision isn’t Clear

It’s easy to praise when the fruit is visible, when new buds break through hard soil, and affirmation from others comes in like a rushing wave. It’s easy to praise His name when life is steady, our calling is clear, and the direction of where to go is marked. But what happens when it all feels wonky? When our dreams feel foolish and we begin doubting the very place we...

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Come And See: On Visions And Dreams

I jumped off the bus and ran into a local and much-loved church. Sliding into the century old oak pews in the back of the chapel, I arrived just in time for a meeting with a sweet acquaintance turned friend. This was back in August on a day when the stubborn NYC heat made me long for the relief promised in early Fall. This was back in August and after...

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The Dessert Disaster

Thinking about it, I suppose I've been learning to cook my entire life. I can remember pulling up a chair to our kitchen counter in the apartment we lived in prior to my mother's death, so I had to have been small. Boxed cakes with store-bought icing were downright magic. Seriously, mix together a bowl of dry ingredients with an egg and oil and you have a cake? Who cared...

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Learning to Love the Work of Our Hands This Year

The new year approached through a haze of fairy lights, family noise, and Nyquil. It fought through mounds of wrapping paper. It curled past feverish bodies and thick knit blankets. It rose with the flames licking the brick in the fireplace. Everywhere I looked in my sniffling, sick state, the new year met me. When I tried to grasp it, hold it up to the light, and turn it over...

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