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April #jammed: Grace Studies. Day 91: Always the right fit. “Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.” Ephesians 6:14-15 The mailman ditched an over-stuffed white envelope into my mailbox, and onto […]
April #jammed: Grace Studies. Day 91: Always the right fit. “Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.” Ephesians 6:14-15 The mailman ditched an over-stuffed white envelope into my mailbox, and onto […]
February #jammed: Dunked in Grace Day 36: Grace will carry us when we can’t carry on. “And a Voice from heaven said, ‘This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.’” Matthew 3:17 The hours my husband works are long, and his days off are few. It’s a joy to watch him make […]
February #jammed: Dunked in Grace Day 36: Grace will carry us when we can’t carry on. “And a Voice from heaven said, ‘This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.’” Matthew 3:17 The hours my husband works are long, and his days off are few. It’s a joy to watch him make […]
“I’m weird,” my girl sighed. “I don’t always feel like I fit in here.” I launched into the infamous “God made you perfect” speech through a lump in my throat …but I knew very well it wouldn’t single-handedly cure the eight-year-old aches. “It’s OK, Mom…I’m weird,” she continued, “it’s a good weird.” My daughter has the same potential […]
The habit of holding on prevents our stumble down the stairs, but falling is not failing. “Mmmmmmmmoooooommmmmmmm,” Brianne wailed, through broken breaths of crying…”Oooooowwwwwwweeeeee.” Happens at least once a week. One of them falls down the stairs, and I’m greeted by Brianne’s cry of shock, or Lo running to me out of breath and holding […]
Ahhh, the beginning of Track season. 32 degrees, but the sun was out and the wind was dead. “Shorts and T-Shirt” weather, as one of our brightest observed. My view of the track has always been linked closely with pain…and joy…and hurt…and triumph…and nausea…and pride…and…well, you get the picture. From the other side of the […]
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