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The road ahead and home
I drive down the freeway at sixty, leaving behind me a gathering of women I’ve called mine for the last eleven years. I’ve said my good-byes and heard loving final words and looked in eyes and said,...
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In which we seek home some more
When we hunger to belong, it is home we seek. When we toss, turn, stirring and straining, it is home we want. When we wrap in blankets, warm water and embraces and long to stay right here always, it...
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Of clouds, quiet, tears and sunrise
I write in my basement where puffy cotton clouds dangle from the ceiling along with lines of raindrops cut from paint chips. Through the window, I see the backyard where buckets and rags mingle with...
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Limitations and invitations of living small
We worry, in fact it brings tears right to the eyes this nagging feeling that these small lives don’t matter we know their small lives do with their bellies needing food and their potty accidents,...
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Five Minute Friday: Reach
At the beginning of the year, I found myself writing a lot about seeking and the unsettled ache and the continual true end: my home in Christ. It is the place where I am small in his shelter, where I...
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When growing up hurts (a mama)
Motherhood is push-pull. Hold me tight-let me go. It is I want you — and I want nothing to do with you. It is a long journey of holding close and releasing my grip. I’m experiencing it with all three...
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Five Minute Friday: Notice
November 20, 2014. I am marking last night as one of the times in my life when I felt the earth shift, the internal structures of my heart made utterly NEW. This is years of process — this rejecting...
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