A day to pay tribute to your mom. As a woman who (finally) works at living a spirit-filled and principled life, I am struck by the irony of who I was as a daughter. My sweet mom had her work cut out for her. It seemed all fine …
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I remember hangovers about as much as I remember childbirth. Only if I try, but it’s not on my checklist of tasks for today. It’s not that I tried to forget. It’s that it just leaves, seemingly disappears. I am left with the softer memories. While this is …
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I was lying on the floor next to her bed. Her little hand reached toward me from the comfort and furry pinkness of her blanket; both of us quiet, almost asleep really. The energy of her touch awakened me. I remember sitting up and looking, just looking trance-like …
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I don’t give you everything you want so you can be more comfortable. Being comfortable is not the meaning or purpose of life. I don’t do everything for you because you lovingly ask it of me. Giving you everything (you think) you want fortifies your idea that you …
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A late Sunday post, as we spent the weekend at our son’s first volleyball tournament. Our son is twelve and playing his first year of volleyball. He has a professional coach who is nothing short of incredible with the boys. I felt so much joy watching all the …
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