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Slow living…
Three years ago, I left a job I loved in order to recreate our lives from the inside out. We longed for a simpler, slower, more connected life. I wanted to create a life that felt as good on the inside as it looked on the outside. It’s been a bumpy road. We’ve invited children back home, introduced a new daughter and son in love, and you know, we’ve lived some life. Hands down, this has been the most profound season of our lives with change and loss tangled up with new love and joy. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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Advent week 1: Hope
I’m not really a fan of hope. I like other things better. I can lean into faith, rejoice in love, and revel in peace, but hope is hard for me. Hope requires that I acknowledge that all is not as it should be, or could be. I don’t need hope when everything is right. We don’t hope for things that already are. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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A longing heart…
Advent is a season of preparation for His coming. A time of embracing the darkness, in preparation for the light. This year, I am thinking about the darker places in my life. The places of not now, and not yet. The weary waiting places, where hope has gone flat.
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Receiving…
My strong friends, the ones who meet the needs around them are the first to offer what they have, and the last to ask for what they need. These women (and men) pour themselves out on behalf of others, and they sometimes forget that they need filling too.
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What friendship costs…
I want to be that kind of friend. On the dark days, in the middle of the storms of life, I want to be someone who can be trusted to show up and speak truth. I want to trust the love of my people enough to make myself vulnerable… if it will help. I want to be someone who can be trusted in the dark alleys of the soul.
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Puzzle pieces…
The grief of that reality has filled in a bit in the past few years. All my good intentions, my vows, and even my sacrifices could not protect them from life, or from me. My hopes slid down my face, as they began their own journeys into the unknown. They were raised with love and brokenness. I think that’s really all we have to give.
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Beginning again, in the middle…
It is an unsettling thing to have new beginnings shoved into the middle of your life. I’ve found that it doesn’t matter if those new beginnings are of your own choice, or forced on you by others. A change in career, relocation, divorce or remarriage, the shuffling of family life can all leave us feeling lost in the middle. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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Walking through the transitions…
My social media feeds have been full of friends doing hard things for the past few weeks. One friend moved her 16-year-old into college and watched her drive down the road for the first time… in the same week. Another said goodbye to her adult son who is moving several states away. I saw a momma’s sweet post about her boy going to full day kindergarten. Oh, sister. None of this is easy. Share this...FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin
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Take responsibility for your one wild and precious life…
As I look at my calendar, I am thinking about what I want this fall to feel like. What pace do I want in my life? How do I want my days, weeks, and months to feel? I’ve made a list of this fall’s responsibilities. Keith and I have talked about our goals, and our hopes and made decisions about time off, travel, and our social life over the slow days of summer.
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Living with limits…
None of us live free of limitations. There are limits on our time due to family obligations. We experience financial limits. There are limits due to health challenges. All of us face limits in our daily lives.
