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On Bouldering and Being Brave

We went bouldering on Friday. Accidentally, because that’s how I fall headlong through our life these wild and wooly days. Second son shouted from the top of every rock, “It’s so beautiful up here!” And insisted on winking at me in almost every photo.Darling Girl insisted on jumping off or over every obstacle in her path, adamant that I not steady her. Wee Man took a running start over the edge of a boulder, only to break his fall with his sister’s kneecaps....

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...

A Goodbye Letter

On Tuesday, May 3, my husband’s dear friend of twenty six years took his own life. Even separated by time and distance there are people whose threads are so woven into our  every day moments that they exist there almost unseen, until suddenly, the thread is cut. The story ends on this hunk of rock, all sin-scarred and grief laden. In an instant, the picture is irrevocably dim. Robert Knox Mitchell, Esquire, was my husband’s lifelong friend, and so the Husband knew him best. It was...

Resurrection Day 2016

Happy Resurrection Day. I’ve written this before, but I need reminding. I measure our life often times by the Before and the After. And oh friends, the after is often times a hard place to rest in. But wouldn’t you know the in between is bridged by a blood-stained cross. And the Story is told across sixty-six books and God-breathed words and Truth is spilled out on the pages and whispered into my broken heart.  And the after never looks...

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...

A Sacrifice of Thanksgiving

It’s the Sunday post-Thanksgiving and we are on the road back to our home. I am tucked up under Wee Man’s Star Wars blanket meditating on the gift of this weekend with my parents, sisters, and their families. It’s easy to clutch my coffee and look at the good life we’ve been given, offering my heartfelt thanks to a God who has blessed us so. It is infinitely more difficult to return to the extraordinary mundane and continue in a posture...