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When August Angst Gives Way to So Much Grace
This August will go down in the history of Augusts as a doozy. But as August bows out and September takes the stage, the thing that I am most overwhelmed by isn’t the chaos and confusion.It’s the grace.
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Grace in the Storm
I’m sitting inside a warm, dry house. We never lost power, but thanks to Hurricane Irma, yesterday was the windiest day I have ever experienced. As far as I can tell, the worst thing that has happened to us is that we lost one tree in the backyard . . . and the stray cat that… [ read more ]
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The Little Toes
I don’t know about you, but there are parts of my body I take for granted. I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about how much I appreciate my spleen or my eyelashes. I mean, they’re doing a good job, but it’s not like I would miss them the way I would my fingers… [ read more ]
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What’s Your Hoodie? (Or, what happens when a chubby, Jesus-loving girl joins CrossFit)
Yep. That’s me. Deadlifting 190 pounds. I joined Five Forks CrossFit in November. I know. I’m surprised, too. My husband’s been doing CrossFit for years, but when a new box (that’s what a CrossFit facility is called) opened a few miles away, he finally convinced me to give it a try. I love it. Well, except for the… [ read more ]
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Enough of Me
There is not enough of me today. Today begins in the deep dark When muscles lay heavy and frozen in the middle of a dream Driven away by the call of “Mommy” and unrecoverable, Even after the little one sleeps again in dry pajamas. The day looms long as I lay back on my… [ read more ]
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The Gap
A couple of weeks ago, I shared with you how God had been revealing Himself to me —in everything from lost earrings to scheduling conflicts. I was thankful. I still am. But… Why is there always a but? But what happens when everything goes wrong? We don’t like to talk about that part. Because it isn’t pretty. Just a few days after that… [ read more ]
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When You’re Tired of Cleaning Up the Mess
Motherhood has surprised me. I never imagined how much I would love to feel a tiny hand in mine, or how I would thrill when they want me—and only me. I never realized how each child would bring a whole array of new experiences—new favorites, new skills, new firsts. I never knew this level of… [ read more ]
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Mindful Mondays :: Rejoice Until You’re Glad
Today’s blog post was supposed to be about something different. But that was before the day ran off the rails. I had big plans for this day. Some writing, some housework, some exercise, some laundry. I even made plans to get my day off on the right foot. I went to bed a little earlier… [ read more ]
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Sometimes I Stink
Sometimes I stink. (Okay, I stink a lot). Hmmm…maybe I should explain…. So far this morning, I’ve served hotdogs for breakfast (don’t ask), returned the contents of the silverware drawer to their rightful homes (Emma was, er, displeased, by my removal of her art installation), and reheated my first cup of coffee in the microwave… [ read more ]
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The Cone of Shame
It happened again last week. I entered the Cone of Shame. If you have kids, you’ve been there. It started out innocently enough. Everyone was smiling as I announced that we (that would be me and my three littles) were going to the store and then we were going to get French fries!(They were. I… [ read more ]