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Brand New

Brand New

I love anything new. The smell of a new baby. A new box of crayons. A fresh sheet of crisp white paper. The only problem with newness is nothing stays new. Before long the baby grows into a teenager. The box of crayons become a box of broken unusable nubs. Someone wads the paper into a ball and throws it at their brother.   Now it is a new month, a new year. It is time for a new start….

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Relentless

Relentless

My oldest son is relentless. I first noticed this quality when he was around 4 years old. While I worked out at our local gym, my two boys played in the gym childcare. I was horrified when I realized that another boy and his older sister were being mean to my oldest. I told my son to stop playing with the children, that they weren’t nice. His reply, “I can make them be nice.” I was flabbergasted. No matter how…

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The Darkness vs. The Light

The Darkness vs. The Light

 We lived for a year in Indiana. While I met many new friends and had some fun experiences with my family, I hated it. Most specifically, I hated the winter. I hated scraping my car windows. I hated the ice that I fell on. I hated my chapped lips. Yet, what I hated the most was the darkness. It seemed the whole long winter I never saw the sun. Grey clouds hung around for months and I wondered if summer…

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Ready or Not, Christmas is Almost Here

Ready or Not, Christmas is Almost Here

Our tree is up. The ornaments are hung. I have festooned the outside of our house with wreaths. I look ready for Christmas, yet nothing could be farther from the truth. True, most of the presents are wrapped and bought. However, my heart tells me that Christmas can’t come. Christmas can’t come when dirty laundry and dirty dishes line the inside of my house. Christmas can’t come when my to do list is still long. Christmas can’t come when I’m…

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Scars

Scars

Many of our bodies have scars. Scars adorn knees from bike accidents. Scars remain on hands from falls in the ice. Faces may wear scars of acne or chicken pox. Other scars are not visible. Scars are left on our hearts from betrayal, loneliness, abuse, depression, anxiety, grief and a host of other emotions. It is hard to make it through life without scars. Our hearts and bodies tell the story of a life that is tough.   Jesus had…

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The Storm 

The Storm 

The storm arrived. It ravaged and battered our state. The winds howled. The rain poured. Strong trees snapped like twigs. Water overran its boundaries. It was too much for some to handle.   Life is a storm. It ravages and batters our lives. Struggles howl. Obstacles pour down on us. We break. We overrun our boundaries. It is too much for us. Help came for Florida after hurricane Irma. Utility companies restored power. Grocery stores restocked shelves. Help was and…

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Waiting

Waiting

Waiting. As moms we do a lot of waiting. We wait 9 months for our children to be born. When we finally hold their sweet bodies, we think the waiting is done. Yet we soon realize, the waiting has only begun. We wait at the doctors’ appointments. We wait at the drive thru. We wait for dad to finally come home. We wait at soccer practices and theater rehearsals. We wait for wounds to heal and bleeding to stop. I…

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Change 

Change 

Driving home from the orthodontist, my teenager sulkily asked, “when can I get these off?”  Not wanting to tell him the truth, I replied, “in awhile.” He gave me “the look.”   Hesitantly, I told him the truth. “18-24 months.”   His reaction was what I expected.   Change is difficult. Just ask the disciples. When Jesus rose from the dead, I’m sure they wanted to cling to him and never let go. They knew now He was the Son…

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Breaking Up is Hard to Do

Breaking Up is Hard to Do

I am breaking up with my best friend. Even though we go way back, it’s time. I have been trying to break up with her for the past twenty years, but she keeps clawing her way back in. It may seem heartless to leave her behind. After all, I take her everywhere. She wraps around me like a second skin.  She won’t go without a fight. She keeps whispering in my ear. She shouts to my back. Are you sure?…

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Camp Meeting Retreat

Camp Meeting Retreat

 When my husband first mentioned “Family Camp,” I thought he must have been mistaken. To me, camp was a place where kids go and parents rest from kids. It was a definition of camp that I liked.   When my mother-in-law suggested our family attend camp meeting, I was unsure. I liked my old idea of camp. I wanted to be able to ship my kids off and enjoy some solo time at the pool. However my kids started begging…

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