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Continue reading →: Accepting silenceI took a long walk with my German Shephard, Lukas, this evening. The sun is setting earlier. The sky glows with shades of orange and pink and the world seems to cover itself with a honey-kissed filter. I’m drawn out of the house easily on these fall evenings in the…
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Continue reading →: Lessons from my marriage: Three practices to build compassion when we disagreeI listened to Ashley Hales podcast, Finding Holy, the other day. Tish Warren Harrison, the guest, shared her desire to help the Church find a way, “…between capitulation and combativeness,” in relating to those who see the world differently than they do. I’m always drawn to discussions about how Christians…
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Continue reading →: Remember the hope of gloryI’m pretty sure I’m one of the most forgetful people on the planet. I joke that I think I have early dementia, but it might not be a joke. I forget the names of people I’ve known for a long time. I forget what I was doing when I walk…
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Continue reading →: Remember the mystery
There’s a handmade wooden sign in the hallway leading to my bedroom with these words in black: ” And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” – Matthew 28:20 I walk by that sign daily and don’t give it a thought, but the other day I stopped and read it over…
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Continue reading →: Remember, God can replace anyone’s heart
Today I got in my car and drove away from my house alone. Again. However many Sundays there are in 28 years, that’s how many Sundays (minus a few Christmas and Easter Sundays) I’ve been going to church alone. Almost every Sunday I have to fight the numbness that threatens.…
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Continue reading →: Join me to rememberRemembering eternal, historical and experiential truths about God
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Continue reading →: How four flawed churches helped me love Christ moreI’ve been in a church since the week after I was born. Every church I’ve been part of has impacted my life in a unique way. Like an arm is different from the liver, these churches were all very different. Among them were bad teachings. But at each church I…
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Continue reading →: Bidding moms of young children to rest in the power of ChristMy sons are now sixteen and eighteen, but the days of bending over to care for their needs seems like it was just yesterday. The years I spent investing my life in theirs felt like a mix of chaos, cherished moments and sheer exhaustion at the time. My mothering isn’t…
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Continue reading →: Ashes, ashesWhen my thoughts go to your younger years and I hear your deep voice cursing the time, my eyes fill with hot tears and I wonder if singing Jesus Loves Me with you as a toddler was enough. I lit a fire this New Year and watched the hot embers…
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Continue reading →: WaitingYou could shine your face on me and I would be rescued from this degree of pain I can’t escape. But you don’t. You show me trees and leaves and shine light through the breeze and make fire in the branches with rays from the expanse of your power. And…
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