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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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The Lie 

The Lie 

I am a liar. “How are you?”   “Good! How are you?” It’s easy. The cheery answers slips out before the real answer even has time to form on my lips. After all, how would people react if I told them the truth? What would people say if I told them I wasn’t “good,” and I hadn’t been “good” for quite some time? Pain makes us uncomfortable. When we ask someone how they are, we want a cheery answer. We…

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Desperate 

Desperate 

I looked up and down the street. He wasn’t there. My toddler son was gone. After dropping a bag of groceries in the house, I had returned for my almost two year old son. Now he was missing. The sidewalk was empty. Every yard on the street was vacant. I began to scream wild, desperate screams.   The Lord is searching. He is desperate for us. He cries out for us. His voice isn’t always audible, but it’s always present….

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A Different Anniversary

A Different Anniversary

This summer marks an important anniversary in my life. There won’t be any gifts exchanged to mark the day. No one will be hosting a party. I’m not even certain of the exact day. I am certain that without this anniversary I wouldn’t be able to celebrate the anniversary of my marriage or the anniversary of my children’s birth. I am also certain that without this anniversary I wouldn’t be here writing.   At age 14, I wanted to kill…

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One Ingredient 

One Ingredient 

When my husband and I were first dating, I cooked him one of the few meals I could make at the time: Chicken Helper. I don’t think he was too impressed. He still likes to tease me about my early cooking skills (or lack thereof). Sixteen years later, I have fortunately learned a lot more about cooking. One of the most important lessons I have learned is that one ingredient can make a huge difference.   Baking soda can make…

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A Woman’s Role 

A Woman’s Role 

One of my first jobs out of college was as a teacher at a preschool. Even though I enjoyed the job, I stumbled upon a truth that should have dawned on me sooner. I grew up in a house with three other women, yet I had been fairly oblivious to the fact until I found myself in the middle of a web. The truth: women love to meddle, gossip and can be quite catty. As a young woman, I was…

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