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  • When you sort of feel like you don’t belong

    On Wednesday, May 29 th, 2013
    Someone has to be that Mother. That mother who drives a full 3 hours to the border with a packed mini-van and anxious kids and creeps through a 20 minute traffic backup under the hot, beating sun, only to rifle through her wallet and look up feebly to tell the custom’s officer she doesn’t have
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  • when life leaves you with more questions than answers

    On Thursday, September 06 th, 2012
    Only a few more weeks left now. That is what the Farmer says at dinner, what he says as we clatter dishes off the table, the enamel plates all stacking and clapping for the cook. Only a few more weeks left and August will dip the beans fields bronze and the leaves will reluctantly fall
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  • When You Feel like You Don’t Belong?

    On Wednesday, June 13 th, 2012
    Someone has to be that Mother. That mother who drives a full 3 hours to the border with a packed mini-van and anxious kids and creeps through a 20 minute traffic backup under the hot, beating sun, only to rifle through her wallet and look up feebly to tell the custom’s officer she doesn’t have
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  • A Prayer for Your Home

    On Thursday, February 16 th, 2012
    Bless this nest, Lord, of fragile things, encircling the breakable and broken in grace, in the ever warmth of Your wing, in the sheltering shadow of Your face, us the clinging ones, You our clutch of hope, singing to us the song of home.     Resource: Bless Our Nest
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  • How to Grieve What You’re Missing

    On Thursday, July 22 nd, 2010
    She would have walked me all around to see the foxgloves. We’d have talked of how the hydrangeas had overwintered and how profuse their white blooms are this year under the spruce and she always had you meet her flowers first before welcoming you in, sitting you down, cutting you up a piece of pie.
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  • How the Kids & the Neighbor-Next-Door Might Really Become Christians?

    On Wednesday, April 28 th, 2010
    I‘m brushing my teeth, flecks of white spraying the sunny mirror, confetti celebrating new morning, when she crawls up on the toilet, leans into the mirror to find my reflection and ask me straight up, “How do you become a Christian?” I’m Crest-foaming. Which is slightly less than conducive for a theological treatise. I rinse,
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  • weekends are for the light-seeking

    On Saturday, November 14 th, 2009
    The way Your light dances, the way it plays the strings of the woods the chambers of this heart, who cannot believe in the realest, purest magic, that sang the world into being that sings of the crystal streets and a coming mansion in the sky? May your weekend wanderings, kind friends, lead you into
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  • Daze of Grace

    On Friday, February 06 th, 2009
    “The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning….” He murmurs it to me in hushed tones every time we find ourselves waiting in line at a funeral visitation, and I’m nervous, twisting my wedding band, slipping it on and off. I don’t breathe well in rooms with coffins. He’ll gently rub my
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  • Make Pearls

    On Thursday, February 05 th, 2009
    I sit with remains of the dead on Tuesday morning, them under snow, earth, me under hat, coat. February whispers between granite markers of faces gone. And along headstones of Webers and Husseys and Gibsons, winter carves transitory monuments, flakes of the heavens. By cemetery’s edge, a line of bared maples stand with greyed limbs
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  • Live Ready

    On Wednesday, February 04 th, 2009
    1 Samuel 3:18 So Samuel told him everything, hiding nothing from him. Then Eli said, “He is the LORD; let him do what is good in his eyes.” Psalm 116:15 Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of His godly ones. Deuteronomy 32:39 “See now that I myself am He! There is
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  • Healed Release

    On Tuesday, February 03 rd, 2009
    I touch him before sleeping. In the dark at day’s end, I draw close, lay head on his chest, press ear to the soft sounds of life swooshing through him. His heartbeat reverberates through me, and we breathe, one, rising and falling. The thought always comes, always jars: someday this won’t be. Someday…. one day
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  • Eyes up, Eyes up…

    On Monday, August 25 th, 2008
    It’s Monday morning, and as so often happens, I tend to forget who I am, Who has named me, where Home is, how to get there. I only see the list. The tasks, the calendar, the obstacle course ahead. I get lost. And then, comes the whisper… “Lift up your eyes! You are… a pilgrim
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