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Where I tell you about scars.

There are blue stains everywhere.  The cream colored handmade wooden chair that sits at the head of our table. My bathrobe. The guest bathroom sink. I don’t even want to know how many white towels. Maybe a lifetime ago, it would have made me angry. Maybe yesterday. Somedays, I’m not sure. I used to be upset when our stuff would get damaged by the army. Four kids, two rabbits, thirteen chickens, and one shoe-eating rescue dog later, it doesn’t get...

Holy Moments of Motherhood

Today, I found tortilla chips in my son’s back pockets before throwing his pants in the washer. I told my boys to stop knife fighting at the bus stop. (Not real knives.) I haven’t showered much this week.I held my baby and let her sleep on my chest because she has the flu.Four out of six people have had the flu at our house in the last four days.I logged some serious time in the hammock. These are the holy moments of...

Guest posting: On Election Season

(I’m guest posting today, at Missionary Mama – I’d love for you to stop in.) “THE WELFARE OF GOD’S KINGDOM IS NOT DEPENDENT ON THE ELECTION OF THIS KINGDOM.”  This election season has proven exhausting and mostly discouraging if I am honest with you – I’d like to offer you some perspective. There is no denying the personal impact this election has. For some, it is a referendum on the color of their skin and their place as citizens in...

Tell Me Your Story

I heard it said recently that we should be wary of sharing our testimony. With all due respect … I tell you my story because I want you to know my weakness, and His strength. To recount our moments of fear and grief, grace and joy. To sing a song of redemption.  I just told my story for the first time publicly, to the women I grew up with, to the women who have been praying over me and for me...

On Deployment, and Hard Stories

Deployment is a cornerstone of our story. The story I am working on in book form. Miscarriages. Moves. Deployment. Loss. So much grief. So much grace. I’ve shared bits and pieces of the beginning here in this space, but now I am a wee bit stuck. See, now I have to write this story. And truthfully, eight years later, I am still searching for the right words to tell you how my deployment changed me, as a Christian, as a mother,...