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    The REAL World.

    I’ve lived through the condescension.  I’ve had the narrowed glares and raised eyebrows fired my way more times than I could ever count.  And just when I thought I couldn’t bear being asked the same question any more, it’s shot at me again: “So, honestly, how are you preparing…

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    Vivid

    Webster’s first definition of the word VIVID is about color – hues that are very strong, high in chroma.  I like the second definition much better.  It speaks of VIVID having the “appearance of a vigorous life, or freshness”.   Ah, a vigorous, fresh life.  Now, that’s what I want. Two days ago I cried on…

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    A Drummer Boy Christmas…

    This Christmas was different. Because I’m different. Something has shifted in me – a move I can’t ignore and I can’t argue… can’t argue… yet, must also choose to embrace. The business of change is a tough one. This year, I’m still a mistake-maker. I’m still a messer-upper. Such a…

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    Christmas Is…

    Blessed.  Beautiful.  Bountiful.  But a Moment. The Joy of Giving… Painting fingers for our finger print snowmen Christmas balls… Bow, bows, shiny and new… Blessed Times… All for and all from the Saviour. Molly cuddles with a sick baby girl… first Christmas with our pup… Simon’s way of ‘helping with…

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    The Stranger in My Living Room

    The Stranger in my Living Room came into our house by routine. He wasn’t ever invited, but he just seemed to always be there. It was a way of life – I was used to it. I didn’t really like him or trust him, but I was afraid to…

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    Powerful Interview with Ann Voskamp

    It doesn’t surprise me in the slightest that Ann’s home is both Radio and Television free.  This is a moving, insightful, and deeply inspiring video worth watching/listening to…  I just adore this woman’s soul.  What a gift her writing is. You can find her at A Holy Experience.

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    Saving a Bird, Losing a Life, Learning those Lessons…

     This weekend as we strolled through an outdoor trailer salesfloor, my son spotted a struggling bird.  Tiny, sweet, and obviously distressed, it spun in circles on the hard stone, desperately trying to gain control.  Wings flapping and body twisting, we watched, all five of us with furrowed brows. Riding home,…

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    Where is God when my Parenting is Poopy?

    I feel as if my life travels in waves. Predictable, yet never mastered waves. One week, I’m on top of Mom World. The gardens are growing, the meals are planned, I’m faithfully counting blessings and journaling about all the ‘fun and educational’ things we’re doing as a family. I…