the start of something new. (84)
When I wake up tomorrow, I’ll be 31. And I don’t have much emotion attached to the age or the year, but I always love the way that birthdays afford us the sense of a fresh start. I have no doubt that...
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Dear Eloise, Here you are, now twelve weeks old, and all this time I’m racking up mommy guilt like a pro because I’ve hardly written since you were born. It’s an amazing phenomenon, this mommy guilt...
View Articlemaking room.
Give God an inch and He’ll take I mile, I tell ya. Man, He’s good like that. Seven months after purchasing our tickets, my dear friend Lindsey and I are attending Allume this weekend in Greenville,...
View Articleground work.
Planted. Rooted. Grounded. These words keep pushing up through brown, ruddy earth in the deep, deep parts of me. God is ever faithful to join us in tilling plots of land He’s offered up. Three weeks...
View Articlewords to speak.
I have loved words my whole life. Books, poetry, song lyrics, inscriptions, conversations, prayers. Not yet realizing their power, words shaped me from an early age and became a part of me at my core....
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It settled in my chest on New Year’s Day. I’d written this long list of potential focus words for myself for 2016, but not a single one felt exactly right. It had to hold meaning in more ways than one,...
View Articlegrace poured out.
From time to time, I get this picture of my hands opening in the sunlight. Palms up, and grains of sand streaming between my fingers, this is a reminder to me to hold loosely the things I am inclined...
View Articledo one thing… (26)
We were in slow mo a bit around here today…we started out planning on church and all kinds of other activities, but a little illness in the house changes things pretty fast. Poor Eloise must have eaten...
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