Lisha Epperson
Lisha Epperson is a hopeful romantic, lover of Jesus and most things antique. A happy wife and mother of 5, she joyfully shares a warrior song about her 14 year walk through infertility and the semi-sweet miracle of adoption. Lisha works out a life of faith with fear, trembling, and a whole lot of grace in New York City. Follow her blog at, and here for Facebook and Twitter
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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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Being a Sanctuary

“Whoever welcomes you welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me.”  – Matthew 10:40 I took a class on Christian Spirituality at General Theological Seminary in June.  Seated in the heart of Chelsea, I got to spend two weeks in a part of Manhattan I rarely frequent. Each morning I’d ride the subway downtown with my head and heart set for an adventure in this quickly...

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On Grace And Growing Up

The #skatergirl started wearing my earrings this year. She's 14 now. Flipping furiously from sweet girl to blossoming woman, I'll admit I've had a hard time keeping up. Some of the changes that accompanied this transition were quiet and subtle, like trees in winter - patient. Others rolled in like a violent storm no one saw coming - a dangerous surprise with repercussions I couldn't predict. Both slow and wild...

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Hospitality of Reconciliation

''You are about to be ordained into a church that thrives on its English and colonial past,'' he said, ''a church which historically has sought to make its black congregations and churches invisible either by not admitting them to the councils or by trying to model them on the basis of English piety and English preaching.'' - Dr. Hood, prof. General theological Seminary Ouch.  Recited at the ordination ceremony of...

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Making Peace With The Life I Love

Waiting with my family on the subway platform my teen aged son asked "what's wrong mom?" I was doing it again. The verbal parrying taking place in my head had left a scowl on my face. I couldn't hide it. We'd just come home from a fantastic evening with friends and my mind was filled with the question I ask myself any time I leave the presence of anyone who...

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Invitation To Dance

Before sunrise on 125th Street, before the vendors and employees arrive at the buildings along the boulevard, two men greet each other with a hug. They begin to unload vans and unfold tables, arrange incense and small colored bottles and soaps, accessories for small electronics and hand crafted beanies. While doing this music plays. The men stop when they recognize a communal favorite and finish their morning routine stepping together,...

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Practical Hospitality : In the Minivan

In February I wrote about the frustration I felt surrounding my family's busy schedule. The pockets of time I lost in a perpetual cycle of "I don't have enough" and "not now". I felt bad about it - and shook my head over it for a while. Then God helped me spot areas in my life where His hospitality and generosity eclipse my ability.  It's simple and practical and it happens without...

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For When You Think You Don’t Have Enough {on Quiet Hospitality}

“But oh! GOD is in his holy Temple! Quiet everyone—a holy silence. Listen!” (‭Habakkuk‬ ‭2‬:‭20‬ MSG) I'm at home with the littlest lovelies. Chailah has a cold and the deal-breaking fever that kept us from attending co-op. It's cold and quiet and tiny flurries whip through the sky foreshadowing the storm to come. It is well with me. An impending storm and the holy hush that silences a city is perfect...

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Grace Table : Food and Family {figuring it out}

  “It was very pleasant to savor its aroma, for smells have the power to evoke the past, bringing back sounds and even other smells that have no match in the present. -Tita, Like Water for Chocolate If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.” - J.R.R Tolkien     I learned to make pancakes as a Girl Scout...

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