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He went to her…(Mark 1:29-34)
When we are sick, afraid, vulnerable, and weak He leans in close. He is here. He takes our hand and sits with us.
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On church ladies…
Church ladies have gotten a bad wrap. You know the stereotype, prim and proper, judgmental, and out of touch. If I’m honest, they can even get a bad wrap from me… and I’ve been one for twenty five years. The other day, I sat in a group of church ladies, and marveled. These are women who have been roughed up by life. They have walked through the fire but they are still walking. They are my heroes. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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He saw them… Mark 1:16-20
He did not just see them, but knew them. He understood their hearts, their hopes, fears, dreams and weaknesses. He saw them. He saw what they did not yet know, that they were faithful and failures, providers and pretenders. He looked at these men and saw them completely.
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When we gather…
Community is built with courage and intention. We don’t come together without fear and frustrations. We know the cost of sharing our lives, but we have determined that the value of community outweighs the cost.
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Motherhood, here…
It’s a rough time to be a mom. Our babies have long since learned to walk, talk, and run. The days of diapers and bleary eyed hands-on-care lie behind us. We’ve walked through the terrible two’s and learned that “NO” isn’t the harshest word a child can say. We loved footy pajamas, dandelion bouquets, and juice boxes. We washed spring days out of their hair and their clothes, and their necks. We struggled to figure out motherhood as the days rushed past. We were sure the never-ending needs would wring us dry… and they often did. We clung, controlled, pushed and pleaded on this white knuckle ride. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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On Friendship…
We left… Husbands, jobs, kids, chores, and to do lists undone and drove off into the bright spring. Shaking off months of winter stiffness in the barely budding light of spring. Her car whispered by fiddleheads peaking through pressed down leaves. Rock walls warming in the sun. First color appearing in the renewing canopy overhead. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
