Melissa Blair
Melissa Blair
Melissa Blair is a writer and recovering Texan now living in the Ozark Mountains of Northwest Arkansas. Being barefoot in the kitchen or on the back porch with her people makes her as happy as strong coffee does. Melissa believes there is always treasure buried beneath the dirt of every day and enjoys digging for, dusting off, and holding each one up to the light for a better view. She can be found writing the mess out of life at and is not afraid to post embarrassing status updates on her Facebook page and Instagram (@melblair)
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Big Dreams, Small Bites (and a recipe for Friendship Tea)

Almost all of any new growth I’ve ever experienced in spirit could be mapped like the rings of a tree from my prayer journals. Tracing back to August 28, 2015, I can put my finger directly on the line of a new season where I first asked God specifically for vision. I think so often we pray without immediate response we subconsciously assume our request be not Thy will or,...

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Where to Find the Bread: on generous hospitality

Christianity is one beggar telling another beggar where he found the bread. ~D.T. Niles "I think that’s my friend’s husband over there." My own husband takes a drink of his sweet tea and follows the line of my vision ending on a black-haired gentleman having lunch a few tables over from ours. We both watch this young man for a moment waiting for me to be certain. "You sure do have...

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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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Signs of Life: on Play, Beauty, and Rest

Rest requires that we be who we are and nothing else. A life built upon Sabbath is content because in rhythms of rest we discover our time is full of the holiness of God. ~Shelly Miller, Rhythms of Rest If May almost did me in, June was trying to finish me off. Our family schedule had been a spanking, and I was still unsure of what all we had done...

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Making Peace With the Girl You Don’t Like

The year I turned five was the year I learned how to ride a bicycle all on my own. It was also the same time I learned how to hide parts of myself to be the girl people liked. I got pretty good at both of these things as the years wore on. A dirt-kneed and free-spirited child, my hair was forever a wild pile of unkempt hay. While I...

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