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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...

For You Who Have Loved Your Sisters

On this Thanksgiving, this day of joy and thanks living, we are sprawled around the home bearing the scars of our growing up and full to bursting with our memories. I have two sisters. (And a brother, but I’ve already told you about him.) We are sowed over the space of four years and we carry the same notes of DNA all written in a slightly different tune, the each of us. Between us, there are eleven babies scattered across fourteen years and...

Happy Birth Day Baby Girl

My dearest darling baby girl.Welcome to the world. (August 25, 3:58 pm).Your journey through it will resemble your journey into it.Chaotic, messy, beautiful. Lots of tears. You shine bright in our story, your threads, they are stitching you minute by minute into the everchanging weave of our hearts. And oh, my sweet girl of grace, you are born into a broken and weary world. Weary of war, of hate, of sin. I am breaking wide open to fit the shape of you, breaking wide open at...

Happy Birthday (ish) Second Son.

Dear Second Son, on the occasion of your second birthday  two weeks and two days after your second birthday.In Hebrew the meaning of the name John is: Jehovah has been gracious; has shown favor. Indeed He has shown great favor in granting you to us. You bring us such joy-you, the unapologetic mama’s boy who must always be close by. You haven’t grown out of needing to snuggle up skin to skin, the heart blood and safety of my arms around yours. In...

Made To Be (And big news).

So this will come as no surprise to my long term readers. I struggle so much with my purpose on this hunk of dirt and rocks. STOP THE PRESSES. Here and here as a writer.  This one, and this, and my favorite, (as a Christian), and here and here as a mother. Pretty sure there is more, but I just spent an hour going down the internet hole of old blog posts and it’s late and I’m tired … But friends? On a day like...