His hands they heal, his hands they bruise.

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It’s 11:30 PM and I am deep in sleep. His hands find me. My slumbering mind reaches slow towards the surface, towards his touch. I want to go back to the deep but my body reacts to …

Will You Go, Regardless?

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In two weeks, my husband, five kids and I are headed to Northern Ireland to lead two short term missions teams, from two different churches, for two weeks.      Did you pause? Did you mumble, …

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July 31 2014

Gold Like Us

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I stared at my ring today mindful of it's symbol feeling the weight of the years.   It's ugly, I think Gold, simple bought hastily with an earnest heart.   My finger has grown around it Fourteen years changing the shape of me.   I've never …

#flymysweet is Hitting Home

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I finally cried.   It wasn’t when she texted me that she had made a decision on school while I was a thousand miles away on a business trip. It wasn’t when we sent her off looking …

Why I Think You Should (Sometimes) Ignore Your Children

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I am a contemplative Christian. But I am not the kind with a cloister. I'm not even the kind with a door that locks. I'm the kind with a toddler who gets into the trash. …

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July 24 2014

suffer slow

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There we were. We were all there, in the same place, at the same time – little sprigs slowly opening to warmth again.  It takes time to be okay again, and that’s just fine. The speed …

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