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    Grocery Store Gospel

    I work at a grocery store part-time and today, the weekend before Christmas, was BUSY.  The till whines an incessant tune of: BEEP – turkey – BEEP – stuffing – BEEP – cranberries – BEEP – flour – BEEP – butter – BEEP – sugar… I smile at an…

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    When you run out of words…

    Lately, I’ve run out of words. Oh, the words are there – somewhere – they’re in my head, heart, or jumbled up somewhere deep, deep in my soul.  The words are there – but only God sees them.  He’s revealing them to me slowly, richly.  Writing them down and…

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    The Unplugged Quiet

    When my husband and I decided to toss our TV about five years ago, it took us awhile to get used to.  However, within a few months of going TV-free, I couldn’t stand being in a room where the box was blaring.  I literally couldn’t think straight. And I often…

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    Stretch

    Over the past several months, our family has reduced our spending and cost of living substancially.  In many areas, by more than half.  Yes, half.  It’s a time of stretching like you wouldn’t believe.  Streching the dollars and stretching the soul.  Stretching the faith as we leap into my husband…

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    See

    Our bikes skid down a narrow gravel path as we approach the newly re-landscaped green space.  I  never understood why they dug it up to begin with – we loved it just the way it was, all wild and natural.  Rocks dropped everywhere, toads and fish under every surface.…

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    The Only Kids in the Creek

    It was a pretty normal morning. Our three children and I were wading through a close-by stream, searching for little creatures.  We were quite the sight – large rubber boots, nets, and nature jars in our hands.  But we had success – a toad – croaking loudly. As we…

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    Opportunity

    The Spring breeze tickles the leaves and the sun warms my cheeks.  My toes are brown with soil and it’s only 8am.  We munch cereal in the grass as the children chatter about who swings best and who jumps higher. Above us, birds sing a symphony of morning glory. …

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    I Have All I Need.

    Another flyer arrives in our little mailbox and my heart pounds.  Advertisements for pillows and vases and more Spring-like STUFF haunt me.  They haunt me while I pray for a young boy in Uganda who wants only to be healthy. And we say we care.  We care about the…

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    Growing and Writing and Fruit.

    This week we’re tilling and planting and digging and getting dirt-covered.  We’re smelling fresh rain and marveling at shoots springing up everywhere.  With soil in my gloved fingers, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I’ve been considering Fruit.  Fruit on a vine, fruit plants in bunches lined in soil…

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    Tilling the Soul.

    I get it.  The theraputic nature of gardening.  I didn’t always.  The grit of the soil between my fingers, it now connects me deeply to God’s earth.  The tilling of the ground – an act as ancient as time.  And I do it this week. Hardened dirt lays before…