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Continue reading →: What my unbelieving friend and I have in common: doubtMy husband is my friend. For almost 25 years we’ve shared a bed, a home and all the dirty humanity we can’t groom or hide in those shared spaces. And although we don’t share a worshipful response to Christ, we do have something very much in common: doubt. I listened…
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Continue reading →: God’s sovereignty and bridgesWe went to the gym as a family today. It’s a new stage of life for us. Both of our sons are now tall young men. My husband is the resident personal trainer and all things fitness in our family. If it were up to me, we’d all just put…
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Continue reading →: Depression, my servantyou came abruptly i was fine did i let you in? you don’t answer questions you invade change the chemistry like gas an undetected trap but now i know you’re here now i know and i’ll hold my breath or poke my head outside instead i know you want to…
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Continue reading →: The Mother of Moses: Preaching my essay to myself this morningThis is the second week of high school for my two fast-becoming-men sons. I dropped them off feeling that familiar threat, “They’re never going to believe you Sheila. They’re never going to love Jesus.” That voice of accusation, lies and hopelessness that likes to try and tempt me to give…
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Continue reading →: walk with me
Prone to wander lusting comfort you show up bidding me to walk with Suffer. Shrinking back I do not like to think about risks, adventure much less Suffer. But you kneel down with tender gaze take off my flip flops saying, “These can’t stay.” “You’ll need a shoe fit for…
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Continue reading →: prayerI always look up when I talk to you The dark sky speckled with stars- so far. My little words from this two foot plot don’t travel much. Certainly not way up there. I hang my head. Do you hear little speck-of-dust me? I close my eyes. You seem so…
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Continue reading →: A mother’s prayer for her sons on the first day of high schoolIt’s the first day of school around here. My 6’3″ firstborn walked out the door to start his sophomore year, hands in jean pockets, looking at his boots, one ear bud in, one draped over the other ear, baseball cap and t-shirt sporting his athletic cowboy look. My 5’10” freckle-faced,…
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Continue reading →: A fire that burns what won’t last and strengthens what can never be destroyedMy sister, brother-in-law and their two sons (my precious nephews) live in Redding, CA. This past few days have been traumatic, but thankfully they did not loose their home to the Carr fire. Many of their friends are sifting through ashes of what’s left of their homes. It’s truly devastating to…
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Continue reading →: how do you love the unbeliever?
how do you love the unbeliever? out of love of God self-sacrificially with open hand humility boldness without fear with hope faithfully for the love of God
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Continue reading →: to the beat of a different drumThis morning I dropped my freshman off at his high school to play in the welcome band for today’s freshman day (yeah, school starts in like a week. Yikes!) . As I as walking back to my car I walked past the drum section. They were doing their drills to…
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