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Crispy Chocolate PB Sandwiches (5 Ingredients)
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I have to say, this is my first ever completely unique recipe. By that I mean that I did not consult anyone else’s recipe to tweak. I simply made these out of my own wonky imagination.  Which was fun. These are crunchy, creamy little chocolate sandwiches with pb filling and toasted pecans on top. I am serious about toasted pecans. I toast up a batch occasionally...

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When Winning is Trying
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Abby stood next to me by the table as I went through her school papers. I shuffled past several !00% papers and stopped on a big red -4 at the top. I scanned to see the error in her math and saw that she had misread a number.  She fidgeted during the time it took me to take that in and then turned the...

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For a Monday
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For a Monday

May 19, 2014 by

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there...

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Why I Blog
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Why I Blog

May 16, 2014 by

This is why: In this world, somehow, an ordinary life has become synonymous with a meaningless life. So often we are missing what is truly important because we’re on the quest for what is extraordinary, not understanding that, in our ordinary lives, in the ordinary moments of our lives, is really where we can find the most joy.    -Brene Brown, The Price of Invulnerability...

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The Best Defense Against Chocolate
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I really want to make chocolate chip cookies. Specifically, this recipe. (you’ll never want to make another kind again.) But I am not letting myself. Why, you ask? You should ask. I mean, it’s a harmless activity, making cookies. Often therapeutic.  If you wanted to do it, I’d say Go ahead! It’s not so much the making that is the problem, but the eating....

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Born Again
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Born Again

May 13, 2014 by

She died quietly in the night two days before Mother’s Day. “But why are you going to Kentucky for her funeral?” Abby asked me.   She had prayed for my grandma Thursday morning over breakfast when I told her that Grandma was in ICU. Friday morning, I told her Grandma did not make it through the night. “Kentucky is where she was born, honey.” “Oh,”...

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(S)Motherhood
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(S)Motherhood

May 8, 2014 by

When Tim was interviewing with our current church, many times he and I were asked about our hobbies.  I am sure people didn’t know what to think when we sort of stared at them blankly.  We glanced at each other, somewhat at a loss for words.  Hobbies?  Oh yeah, those are a thing. They probably thought we were boring. Sometimes seasons of (s)motherhood leaves...

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The Marble Jar
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The Marble Jar

May 6, 2014 by

The Marble Jar The six of us sit in a rough circle on the living room floor with Isaac sort of more in the middle, because he’s two and he doesn’t get the circle thing.  We’re eating Wendy’s cheeseburgers.  The kids like their cheeseburgers plain like I do, reminding me how much more is caught than taught.  But it makes for less mess.  Someday...

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