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Waiting

Waiting

I’ve come a long way, but I’ve still got some miles to move.   I’ve grown stronger in loosening my grip on the plans for my life and allowing Him to move and sway in the way that only He can with the vast perspective of a loving Father who can only be good.  He is so faithful and good.   But this last week, I have found myself falling back into clenched fists and a passive aggressive litany of reminders.   “You…

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Fighting Fear

Fighting Fear

I remember being five years old.  The hallway down to my bedroom was long and narrow and flanked by 80s paneling.  You remember the kind, right?  I was convinced the knots in the wood were scary faces waiting to come alive and get me in the darkness when no one was looking.  Eventually I got older, and that hallway didn’t seem quite as long or as scary.  When you’re five, the unknown can be daunting.   Thirty years later, I have…

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Better Today Than Yesterday

Better Today Than Yesterday

A couple months ago, I almost ran away from home. I’m kidding (mostly, kind of, sort of).  But sometimes, mom life JUST. DON’T. PLAY.   I was walking through an especially hard season with one of my littles.  Day by day it got worse, not better. I prayed, I cried, I screamed, I yelled, I sought counsel, I sat in silence.  I tried all the things… ALL. OF. THE. THINGS. “This too shall pass.” “God knows what he needs, just ask.”…

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Worth the Waiting

Worth the Waiting

It had been a while since we’d talked.  “Tell me where you’re at,” she said. “Not where I thought I’d be,” I said. I began to unveil to her the raw and unrehearsed corners of my mind.  There was no need for filters or highlight reels here. We don’t get to talk as often as I’d like, but she remains the kind of friend that you can pick up as if you’d been texting all afternoon.   My story was familiar…

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Rainbows Relinquished

Rainbows Relinquished

National Rainbow Baby Day.   This week my newsfeed became flooded with precious pictures of rainbow babies.  Darling gifts that came after harrowing loss and deserved to be celebrated and held close.  I felt my eyes grow misty as I saw the sweet little faces– a gift to so many mommas.   And yet, I would imagine it is a bit of double-edged sword having a rainbow baby– a gut-wrenching reminder of loss and a shift to reverent redemption.  A mother’s heart…

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Unexpected

Unexpected

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” It’s a common question, a fair question.  It is a question I have thought about personally and projected upon others.  Tell me about your five year plan.  Yesterday, I found myself donning my sweet husband’s crocs (camo crocs at that…), driving a tractor that six months ago I almost ran through our house because I didn’t know how to use the clutch, and ending up covered in mud pulling a four wheeler…

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Don’t Rush Off

Don’t Rush Off

Listen, I’m just going to be really honest with you, this week we had a discussion about moving again.  I know, I know.  What the heck is wrong with us??  The grass is hardly grown up under us and here we are thinking about getting the heck out of dodge.  We were out on an evening ice cream run driving down country roads and looking at real estate.  It’s kind of like my Pinterest board full of wedding dresses.  I’m…

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Seeing Satsumas

Seeing Satsumas

It was less than ten days until Christmas.  My eyes struggled to open from the weight of my weariness—not only in my body, but in my heart.  I tried to decipher if my reality was a dream before my feet hit the floor.  This was really happening.  The trouble with time (according to an old haiku my mom wrote and likes to brag about) is that it waits for no man.  So when you stand at a grave site in…

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Clash of Control

Clash of Control

My sweet husband works hard.  He does not rest.  He is persistent and ambitious and selfless in ways that make me wonder if somehow, I married a super human.  He takes no time for hobbies, except… Clash of Clans.  After YEARS of his loyalty to building his… (clan, kingdom, tribe?) whatever it’s called… I have learned to recognize the signs.  Phone turned sideways, half-distracted nods, and the hurry to attack within the allotted time frame.  It is his one and…

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Ping Pong Balls

Ping Pong Balls

I am a momma to three boys.  I remember once I was grocery shopping with the three of them (pre-grocery pickup era—and all God’s mommas said, “Hallelujah!”).  An older gentleman saw us and asked, “Are they all yours?”  From the tone of his voice, you’d have sworn I had 15 of them.  I was indignant, offended, and slighted.  But like any good Southern lady, I flashed him my kindest, most polite smile and said, “Yes sir, they sure are.  They…

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