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Where are we?
And yet, here we are. We could not flee and we could not fight in the ways that we would have. Instead, we anchored deep as we faced separation and isolation in doctor’s offices, hospital rooms, hotel bathrooms, and parking garages, together… and apart.
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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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Hello 2020…
I think we ought not wish away days, weeks, months, or years. They are too precious. Maybe, life has always been like this, but I just didn’t have eyes to see it. Maybe life has always been this difficult mix of beauty and loss, sorrow and hope, life and grief.
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Advent week 4: Peace
It’s okay, maybe even better than okay to let Christmas unfold as it is this year. If we let ourselves out of the trap of “spectacular” and just ease toward good enough, we might find that peace is waiting for us.
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Advent Week 3: Angels
As I’ve reflected on the Christmas story this week, I’ve been thinking about angels. I am not expecting the angel Gabriel to appear next to my sink full of dishes, but the words of angels might help even still.
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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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It won’t be like this for long…
Some days I worry about the mistakes of my life. I can see the shadows of my bad choices still impacting my children. I carry a load of regrets that I’m not yet ready to put down. But, no matter what else is true… being their mom will always be my greatest accomplishment.
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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