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“I DIDN’T SAY THAT!!!!” One sister yelled. “YESSSSSSS YOUUUUUUU DIIIIIIIID-AAAAAAAA,” the other retorted. “WELL THEN YOU HEARD ME WRRRRROOOONNNGGGG-AAAAAA,” she snapped back. “Ugh,” I sighed, listening to them pile frustrated syllables on top of simple words, “they’ve BOTH gotten that from me.” Faces twisted into eccentric versions of craziness, both seethingly glared into the review […]
Solutions are revealed through noise, and hidden in the slow silence of subtlety. “Lo, you can’t cheer in flats.” I harped. “UUUGGGHHHH!!!!” She exasperated as she stomped off to change her shoes. “Mom…” My oldest began…and then I really can’t tell you what she said after that. It was too long and drawn out, and […]
“How do I help my kid do a cartwheel?” These are the things that I Google while my butt conforms to the stiff waiting room chair at the dance studio. “The hardest part is overcoming the fear of falling in order to take that first leap forward,” said a sweet personal trainer via YouTube. “I […]
To combat the darkness ever permeate in the atmosphere, I choose to unearth the joy of Jesus by following the happy faces. Facebook…Twitter-verse…Instagram…Pinterest…my news feeds looks like a Christian motivational speaker threw up all over them and then added glitter. Facebook can be a platform for the positive and encouraging, or it can be a […]
“Mom,” my seven-year-old began, “someone called me weird.” The most precious pieces of my daughter’s heart fly gumptiously out of her mouth during our four weekly commutes to her dance studio. While the surge of adrenaline lingers alongside the remains of stale french fries and the screech of singing cats, she reveals the day’s truth. […]
The battle of reflection is won in Jesus. My daughters are obsessed with the bathroom mirror, especially when the clock is racing at opposite ends of the day. Apparently, that appears to be the perfect time to substitute a toothbrush for a microphone, and a step-stool for a stage. If you need a little bit […]
Evil will riddle anxious sorrow unless smacked with deep, healing love. My daughters woke up one Saturday morning ending my journal time and proudly proclaiming a pajama day. Both in their Christmas footie jammies, they vowed to eat chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast and begged to watch “White Christmas.” A touch early by some standards, […]
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