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Come, Taste and See

A drizzly Tuesday afternoon in late summer found me at the grocery store, picking up a dozen items that we’d somehow managed to miss on our weekly shopping trip over the weekend. I am not enamored with shopping of any kind, and grocery shopping, after doing it weekly (or more) for lo these many years,...

Reconciliation through my Son

Tears stream down his face as he reaches his arms out to me. Mommyyyy! Huuuggg! Huuuggg! My jaw, my arms, my heart are clenched. Anger pulsates through my body, and I refuse to oblige. He’s two years old, and I should know better, but in the moment I want him to bear the consequences of his disobedience. I want him to know things can’t be fixed so quickly when the...

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On Pride, Gluttony and Macaroni au Gratin

I am dating myself. Sounds totally weird, huh? I am dating myself because I have just recently walked straight out of the longest, most grueling wilderness of my life and I am not dead. I am, surprisingly, alive and thriving. I am telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so enable me Jesus. I have a keen awareness of just how narrow the narrow road really is. I’m...

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Dinnertime Discussions at Our Lifegiving Table

“Here’s what I think . . .”
It was a night just like any other, which is to say it was another evening of rousing discussion. Soup spoons suspended in midair, quizzical brows, the thumping of a printed-out article on the table. The article in question had been the source of that evening’s discussion. I can’t recall the exact topic of debate, but it likely had something to do with a...

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Come, Taste and See

A drizzly Tuesday afternoon in late summer found me at the grocery store, picking up a dozen items that we’d somehow managed to miss on our weekly shopping trip over the weekend. I am not enamored with shopping of any kind, and grocery shopping, after doing it weekly (or more) for lo these many years, is not my preferred way to spend part of an afternoon, even a drizzly one....

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When Everything Feels Too Frivolous or Too Urgent

I’ve been mostly absent from social media for the past few months. I come and go but mostly I’ve been offline trying to live into my present. Living in the now is no small task. We are a people of anticipation or we are a people of despair. As people who believe in Christ, hope is our native tongue but we often struggle to translate that language to the world....

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“Lord, Calm This S-Storm” and Other Dangerous Prayers

Dr. Brene Brown once said, “I can confidently say that stories of pain and courage almost always include two things: praying and cussing. Sometimes, at the exact same time.” This is the season I find myself right now. Praying and cussing. This is not new for me, I’ve called myself a “salty prayer warrior” many-a times. Jesus knows I’m prone to call current pains BS at the same time I’m...

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Back to Basics (Grilled Caprese Sandwiches)

I sent my baby to kindergarten this year, and I didn't shed a single tear. I dropped my son off to fend for himself, and nothing but eager anticipation left the building with me.  That's quite impressive for someone like me. Even the simplest, most expected changes have been known to throw me into a full-on sob fest. (Think night-before-the-new-semester break down in college. Every time.) I like routine. I...

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Come & Eat: A Celebration Of Love And Grace Around The Everyday Table

I first connected with Bri McKoy on twitter several years ago. Bri's work with Compassion International connected us, as I was an advocate, and participant in the Compassion Bloggers program. Eventually, God opened the door for me to travel along with Bri and two other bloggers, to write for Compassion on a Sponsor tour. It was in one of the many terminals at Miami International airport where Bri and I...

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Something New: Seasons in Mothering (and a recipe to keep kids home)

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. ~George Santayana "Fall’s coming." My man-child climbs into the passenger seat next to me for after-school pick up, announces this with a wide smile. He doesn’t even say hello. "I went outside to warm up this morning because I was cold and it was colder outside!" I don’t respond...

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On Restlessness, Discontent, and Finding Eden

In the beginning there was the garden. I imagine fig trees, berry bushes, and hummingbirds. Water flows between glistening rocks painted different shades of blue and grey. The water is clean and safe to drink straight from the river out of the palm of my hand. The smell of honeysuckles and crisp mountain air feels minty in my mouth. My bare feet press against soft grass, and a butterfly lands...

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