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Repurposed Wall Decor: Using What You Have
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So. We’ve had this super boring, generic piece of wall art since our pre-kid early marriage days. It was big, heavy, wooden, with painted nature scenes. I should have taken a “before” picture, but I didn’t. However, it looked sort of like this tapestry, only not as pretty and more generic. And I was tired of it. So I decided to see what I...

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Matthew, Mary, and Marriage Advice (spoiler alert)
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Downton fans everywhere experienced a sad Sunday night recently when Matthew Crawley, a fictional character firmly established in our affections, died an untimely death just minutes after holding his newborn son.  Aside from his endearing honesty and noble character, one of the main reasons we all loved Matthew so much was his ability to soften and win the heart of the beautiful but fickle...

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Silence and Solitude
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The soul is like a wild animal–tough, resilient, resourceful, savvy, self-sufficient. It know show to survive in hard places. But it is also shy. Just like a wild animal, it seeks safety in the dense underbrush. If we want to see a wild animal, we know that the last thing we should do is go crashing through the woods yelling for it to come...

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Feb 19, 2013 by

It was a long weekend, a hard one, with lots of work and little play. And at the end of it, us sniping at each other when the kids aren’t around, even though we know: we’re on the same team. I wish for a do-over. But I did pick up my pen, I did. Because even though it was rocky, there was that moment...

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4 A.M. (a poem)
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4 A.M. (a poem)

Feb 16, 2013 by

Four A.M., the baby cries. I open startled, sleepy eyes. Trudge to crib to softly soothe, Shushing, hushing, praying too.   Out the window, soft  surprise, Gentle to my weary eyes. Silent snow falling white, Needing not permission nor light.   Powdered sugar sifting down, Covering the hardened ground. Across the way, two car lights glow I know not who nor where they go....

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The Hole in Our Holiness (a book review)
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Anyone who’s read me for long knows about my year long study of grace. That was a necessary journey for me, and one that has forever changed the landscape of my soul. You cannot draw near to the exquisite grace of God and come away unscathed. However, for some time now, I’ve been drifting just a bit, struggling with desire and motivation. Praying for...

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A Perfect Shade of Purple (a poem)
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Purple is the color of my 2013. I didn’t choose it, it chose me. Everywhere I look, purple. Purple phone, wallet, sweater, nails. The synesthete in me sees fearless as purple, Chasing down plum-colored dreams that are as juicy as they are beautiful. It’s a cool, insouciant shade of blue shaken (not stirred) together with a spicy shade of reckless red, That point where...

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Expecting the Unexpected: Miscarriage
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A wild wind whistled at the windows the night I lost my baby. I didn’t feel any different. I was tired and happy and thinking about Charlotte for a girl and Jonathan for a boy. Then I used the bathroom before bed. Red.   Stop sign red, danger zone red, end of dreams red. Please hop over to Word Slingers to read the...

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The Marriage Triangle
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Before we were married, I heard the illustration that marriage is like a triangle and the closer you each get to God, the closer you will grow toward each other. And I liked that.  Neat and tidy and hopeful. But after seven years, I’m not sure marriage follows neat little formulas. Now I think it’s a little more like a kite with two strings....

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A Firm Place to Stand and a Soft Place to Land
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This morning, Abby moped around feeling under the weather, so I sent her to a recliner with an assortment of her favorite pillows and stuffed animals. When I returned to the room, I found Benjamin standing beside her, stroking her arm.  To appreciate this moment, you have to know that action is Benjamin’s very favorite love language to receive.  Yet, there he was, giving...

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Fear Run
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Fear Run

Feb 1, 2013 by

Fear is a shriveling, shrinking thing, undernourished, unripe and freakishly small, like a hard green berry that has not be warmed by the sun’s rays. It remains tense and tight, refusing to yield to the softening influence of faith that would render it both sweet and full.   Fear is a choking, smothering thing like a death-smelling shroud that would mummify and preserve and...

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