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What made January better?
Instead, I am committing to moving methodically through my life looking for ways to simplify our lives. I’m starting in my bathroom. A couple of weeks ago, we spent an hour planning out the shelving and organizational tools I need to make our bathroom work better for us.
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Making connections…
When my attention flips from how I feel about them, to my fears and insecurities about how people feel about me, I get stuck. It is sometimes hard to reach out. To risk rejection. Even in close relationships time and distance can wear away at the trust until doubt overshadows.
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An adventure…
New England town square with little shops, small businesses, and a white steepled church. Brunch reservations in a perfect French restaurant with jazz music playing in the background beckoned.
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An old friend…
We walked together through the ups and downs of life. For decades, we’ve cheered each other on, stood together in hard times and in good. We prayed with him at the graveside as he said goodbye to his father, and he stood with us as we’ve said goodbye as well.
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12 people…
As a chronic measurer, it has been difficult to not measure success by the number of likes or followers. I am committed to measuring my faithfulness to the task, not the result
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A good funeral…
It is good for me to remember that living and dying are not mutually exclusive. Inevitably, dying is a part of life. It is good for my heart to recognize that time rolls forward, and long days are not a promise but a gift.
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The unfolding…
My Bible tells me “Submit yourselves one to another.” I think this kind of sharing, this opening up to another, embodies that command. It involves confession and recognition. My experience of this sharing always brings healing.
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On loneliness…
The only one who feels like half a cup in a room full of bounty. The only one who looks at the images on Facebook and falls short inside. The only one whose dress size measures both too much and not enough.
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When the road turns dark…
They share a legacy of hope even in the midst of the shattering. Their faith doesn’t make the road less scary, or treacherous. Death and loss loom here as they do for anyone.
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The real deal…
These are the real ones, showing me how to live. These sermons are preached with an everyday doxology. They are aging, and loving, and giving, and growing, and teaching me as they go.