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The World Turned Upside Down

The World Turned Upside Down

Sometime over Christmas break as I queued up the Hamilton music soundtrack for the 4,327th time, Daisy asks me how long ago the musical came out. Not thinking much of it, I casually suggest about a year as an answer. Daisy stares at me quite shocked and demands to know why in the world we are just listening to it now! So yeah, I may be a bit behind in the Hamilton mania, but trust me, I have fully embraced…

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Finding GRACE in a Foreign Land

Finding GRACE in a Foreign Land

On Sunday morning I woke up for the first time in a while feeling thankful. I was thankful to be alive. I was thankful for the sun shining through my window. I was thankful for a good night’s sleep that had followed a special evening out with my oldest daughter. But mostly I was thankful to be headed to church. It probably won’t come as a surprise to you that I have spent many years wrestling with the church. I…

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What to do the morning after…

What to do the morning after…

I cried myself to sleep last night. And then woke up this morning still carrying the crushing weight of grief and worry. It sits in my gut like an anvil. It makes my hands shake when I try to type and my eyes water over at a kind word or gesture. As I pulled the covers up over my shoulder last night I remembered the last time I had cried myself to sleep: when our son Tony was taken from…

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on doubt

on doubt

Note: this post first appeared on my personal blog May 2015.   Dear Daisy, Honestly, I don’t know how this conversation even started (maybe I have should written about it right away, huh?). But then you asked a question, “Mom, what do I believe as a Christian?” Oh girl…where to begin?! I explained a few things, like how we believe that Jesus is the Son of God and came to earth to teach us about God and show us a…

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Semi-Truck Guilt Trips

Semi-Truck Guilt Trips

Coming home from Portland last week I found myself driving behind this semi for a few miles. And it had me thinking all sorts of deep thoughts about its message painted on the back. What? You can’t see it? Let’s zoom in shall we. Better? Now if you’re anything like me your initial reaction might be to do your best to stay in your lane while you stare at the picture and try to make sense of it. “Did you…

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Daughters, Jesus, & the F-Word

Daughters, Jesus, & the F-Word

For the past few years my daughters have been involved in a local Wednesday-night girl’s ministry. They have loved the program and it has been a great opportunity for them to learn Bible verses, make friends, be mentored, and grow in their understanding of Christian principles. They were excited to go each week. But at the conclusion of the end-of-the-year awards night, my youngest leaned over and told me she wanted to join the boy’s club next year. And I didn’t…

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it happened to me

it happened to me

The last thing this world needs is another blog condemning gorilla mom, or a blog condemning gorilla mom’s condemners. (Because, honestly, my friend Rachel put it all to bed when she penned this amazing piece. Before anyone should call for a child to be taken into foster care, be careful to know that that means.) But I’ve been sitting on the sidelines since this thing exploded, watching hurtful words being thrown casually around, and doing my best to keep my…

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