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On Becoming a Pastor’s Wife
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The January we moved into our first parsonage, it was one of the coldest winters in years. Elderly deacons that we didn’t yet know unloaded all of our mismatched furniture into our frigid house and hurried back to their own warm homes. There were outdated baseboard heaters on the walls and an enormous Texas chocolate sheet cake on the counter. New home, new church,...

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Danny’s Song
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Danny’s Song

Jan 27, 2013 by

  Even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with you honey. And everything will bring a chain of love, love. It feels like our song.  I mean, aside from the fact that neither of us ever use the word “ain’t.” Because a strange feeling comes over me when it comes on, like it’s about us.  Because I don’t care about money...

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The Clean Before the Storm
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When it comes to housework, I’m not a natural. I’m more of an absent-minded professor around the house, leaving detritus like a Gretel trail everywhere I go.  I am also a perpetual nester, dragging books, journals, electronics, tea cups, and Kleenex boxes with me to any chair I occupy. But thankfully, I have a neat, tidy, orderly husband.  He cannot relax until the house...

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When You Can’t Find Your Answer in Scripture
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I don’t believe one single person is in our lives by accident. I once walked into a public library in desperate need of friends (being new to the area), and selected a complete stranger with small children.  I approached her to ask about other daytime activities for stay at home moms.  Four years later, we’re still friends and true kindred spirits.  No coincidence there....

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Dear Abby, (On Life in the Desperate Zone)
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Dear friends and readers, Please be so kind as to visit me HERE today, to read my latest Dear Abby letter. Thank you! Ashley Haupt. Also, as another step in my fearlessness for 2013, I finally got some straight bangs cut. I’d been thinking about it for quite a while. I love...

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Making a Shadow Box out of Mementos
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We’ve turned the page on a fresh new year and this makes me want to rearrange, redecorate, and purge our home.  Our five year old daughter recently grew out of another pair of ballet shoes. I hesitated over throwing them away, but also did not want them to clutter up my junk drawer.  I also recently found a tiny pair of white gloves I...

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Fearless Update
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Fearless Update

Jan 18, 2013 by

I received a letter from a dear friend this week.  She asked me how fearless is going for me.  So far the best part of fearless is the reminders from those who know, to hold me accountable. Emily is mailing me some wall art she hand painted with the word “fearless” that will go directly above my desk. Kelly sent me this verse that...

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Art All Out of Order
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Well, sigh. Here I go again, breaking my newly established order of blogging.  But, dadgum it, I  just don’t have a family post today.  However, I did finally complete another art project for my office. So I’ll share that.  And if you have any other easy art projects, well link ’em up in the comments! So, exploding flower canvas: Supplies: one canvas arcryllic paint...

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Learning to Love Winter
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It’s the dark season, the season of short days and long nights, coldness, darkness, freeze. Everyone loves spring and fall and most people tolerate hot summer because of ice cream, but fewer people just love winter. I am not one of them, but I am learning.  I turn 30 this year, and I am learning to love winter.  Mostly, I hate being cold.  When...

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Dear Abby, (The Love Famine)
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Dear Abby, I had lunch at your school with you today.  The kids piled down by our end of the table, chattering at me and calling me “Abby’s mom.” You didn’t mind sharing my company.   I snapped a quick picture of the two of us at the lunch table with my phone. A minute later, a tiny girl with a long dark ponytail...

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Morning Has Broken
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Getting out of the bed is the problem. I just want to lay there, fetal curled and warm, pea in my bed-pod.  5:30 alarm disrupted my REM cycle and I did not come out to play.  5:50 I peel back lids.  Must. do. it. Slump out of bed like a surly octopus, feet thumping floor unenthusiastically.  Hot pink robe, check. Any random pair of...

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For 2013: Less Stuff, More Grace
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I’m working amidst a chaotic whirlpool of Christmas clutter: boxes and cellophane and tags and toys blended into a colorful soup in our living room, when the doorbell rings. I peek through the window slats to see a young woman, red face, tears. I know what this is, and it’s Tim she’ll need to see. I call him. She’s walked here, she says, and...

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I Love That.
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I Love That.

Jan 9, 2013 by

I love writing. Sometimes I come here and just stare at this blank space, craving to fill it up with words for the mere joy of creation.  Creation is so fullfilling, so satisfying, like the perfect, sweeping victory in a game of Settlers of Catan. To sit back and read and enjoy your own work is addictive, like sugar and I just want more. ...

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Letter to Myself on the Eve of a New Year
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Dear Ashley, You are by far the most arduous person for me to write. Another year zips to a close and you stand on the cusp of 2013. In 2010, you discovered gratitude, in 2011, you discovered grace, and in 2012, you discovered a dream.  How now, will you live in light of all you’ve been shown? Fearlessly.  This is my charge for you....

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One Practical Reason Why This Might Truly Be the Year
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  Got Bible? If you’ve ever resolved to read through the Bible in one year only to find yourself petering out in Leviticus by late January, this is the post for you. Read on! January 4th found me denuding the Christmas tree of its ornaments while my three year old zoomed around with a Power Rangers toy.  Our 14 month old was finishing his...

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