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Farewell 2014
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Farewell 2014

Dec 30, 2014 by

2014 was a tumultuous year for me. A year of change, both personal and physical. A year of growth, the kind that looks awkward like a rapidly growing child whose teeth are too big for his mouth, ears t0o big for his head. A year of clarity as sharp as a winter morning’s frosty air and much confusion, too. A lot of muddling through....

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Merry Christmas Meltdown
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I melted On Christmas Eve into a puddle of tears that wouldn’t stop leaking. One family member was grumpy, one proclaimed it was the wrong gift, one wanted something different. My stocking was empty. All my scheming for a merry little Christmas did not help. And in the puddle of disappointment, I saw the reflection of everything we aren’t– I’m not the mom who...

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Wild Things
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Wild Things

Dec 18, 2014 by

We were driving out into the country, hills sloping away to the right and the left, tangled brown woods, hairpin curves in the road. Ben surveyed the scene from his backseat window of our minivan. “You know what, Mom?  I think I’m meant to live out in the country like this. Because I am just a wild thing.”  He says it nonchalantly, with complete...

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Grace For Dummies
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It’s shaping up to be a really bad week.  Besides the fact that I’ve been to WalMart more times than I want to think about, I contracted a nasty cold virus that kept me up all night last night with a sore throat. I hate colds. I used to write a lot about grace. It was a concept that resonated with a lot of...

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All I Want For Christmas
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Lately, I am thinking that maybe we need gratitude more in December than November. Or maybe it’s just me. December can be a month-long case of “The Gimmies” as Papa Bear would call it.  The more we consider what we’d like for Christmas, the more we shop and look, the more we think we need or want.  I took Isaac with me to go Christmas...

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Dear Taylor Swift,
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Dear Taylor Swift, My daughter adores you. I realize she is one of millions of young women that do, but you see, she’s my daughter and she’s seven and I wasn’t really ready for this.  The other night she stood in the aisles of Target, torn between the toys and the cd’s–your cd’s, trying to decide what she wanted for Christmas.  I never had...

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God at Play
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God at Play

Dec 5, 2014 by

Presents are wrapped, nestled under our tree, and driving the kids batty.  I’m seriously concerned about leaving Isaac alone with the gifts, lest he lose the battle with temptation and open one. Since he can’t read, it would be a gamble as to which present gets denuded.  Today, when I instructed him to go up to his room and play, he asked, “Can I...

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The Christmas Fairy
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  I spent a little time with Isaac this morning trying to explain the Christmas story to him using the Little People Nativity. It was good to do this without his know-it-all siblings around, especially when he said, “What about the fairy?” pointing to the angel on top of the stable. I have trouble imagining Jesus’ human side. I feel like I can think...

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Cogs in the Wheel
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Recently, someone said to me, “I don’t know how you handle four (kids)” Depends on how you define “handle.”  In the last month, I have tried to drive away with the gas pump still in my car, flubbed two recipes, and tried to put a sock on Susanna’s hand.   One day’s laundry is a load. Tim and I pick up all.the.time.  For some unknown reason, any...

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December Dawning
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A Merry Little Christmas Journal. I told the kids this morning over toast and oatmeal that it is December 1st.  Abby and Ben responded with ear-piercing yells of joy while Isaac sat there eating toast and looking bewildered.  Abby mentioned making a countdown. I told her she could do if she wanted and she proposed a simple calendar on the fridge with squares for...

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A Merry Little Christmas Journal
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December 1st creeps in with a chill and the lacy patterns of frost on our windows, as though she, too, is decorating for Christmas.  I am grateful for her help since I have not yet opened up my own tubs of Christmas waiting in the garage. Coffee tastes better with a wintry view out the window and I’m always most happy to be at...

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