I have found that sometimes spiritual growth happens in the hard moments. Those are the days that leave me with my hands spread before the Lord asking, “How do I move forward.” Other times it happens in the quiet moments. Often in a rocking chair in the dark, as I…
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Sometimes at end of a day and I’m just tired of being touched. Arms around my neck, tiny hands clinging to my shirt, a tiny head rested on my leg, a small mouth pulling at my breast for milk, several sets of hand hug me, my husband comes home from…
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Two years ago, I silently sat in a warm room watching the small boy I loved sit on the lap of a woman I loved. She looked up at me and smiled. In that smile was all the memory of 100 other events just like that one where she held…
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I didn’t get much accomplished this year, but my frustration by that has faded. I had a baby. I dealt with raging hormones. I had days I couldn’t get off the couch. My home didn’t look like a magazine. I didn’t run a 5K. I didn’t journal. I haven’t printed my photos.…
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