Get On My Level

Get On My Level

I scoured the tiny town looking for an oasis in the desert—Dollar General.  On the road for work, I needed a couple of essentials I had left home without, and I was hopeful I could find what I needed.  I pulled into the parking lot and my eyes caught the bright flash of their neon pink and orange shirts.  Two tiny sisters probably about two and three years old who darted off the sidewalk before their mom could catch them. …

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Stick With It

Stick With It

I stood looking in the mirror as I exhaled in frustration.  “Seriously, what’s it going to take?  I mean, I was watching what I ate and running, and still nothing!” With all the love and kindness he could muster, sweet husband looked at me and said, “But Babe, you did that for about a week.” As I rolled my eyes as far back in my head as they would go, I thought, How rude!  How mean!  How… right.  Don’t you…

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Perfectly Imperfect

Perfectly Imperfect

We are nearing an anniversary, and today has been sweet husband’s birthday.  I’ve learned some things along the way.  Most of all, that life is not perfect.  Most certainly, we are not perfect.  For the small amount that it is worth, I hope you might find some bit of wisdom here… I have come to realize that I have celebrated birthdays with you for nearly half our lives.  I don’t think I ever quite envisioned that bailing on that St….

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Live Interrupted

Live Interrupted

This morning I was on my way to work at a quiet coffee shop because my soul needed coffee, earbuds, and a change of pace.  On my way there, I passed a truck in traffic from which the wheels had quite literally fallen off.  Just driving along and the axle broke and the wheels fell off, and I thought, “Geez, that’s kind of how I feel.” The thought caught me by surprise, and even though I said it, I wasn’t…

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Valiant and Vulnerable

Valiant and Vulnerable

So just in case you’ve been hiding under a rock, and you’ve missed the InstaStories and the Facebook feeds… It was Valentine’s Day, y’all.  Now here’s a fun fact—Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday of all the holidays.  More than Christmas.  More than Thanksgiving.  Certainly more than Halloween or St. Patrick’s Day. VALENTINE’S DAY.  Ahhhh.  I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic, I suppose.  And I have loved love for as long as I can possibly remember. But this year,…

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The Rising Sun

The Rising Sun

Four hundred and twelve days ago, I stood on a stage 20 weeks pregnant and preached a message about God’s invitation to abundant life.  I used the text Isaiah 55, and here was the hard-hitting pinnacle of my proclamation: “8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts,     neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. 9 “As the heavens are higher than the earth,     so are my ways higher than your ways     and my thoughts than your thoughts. 10 As the rain and the snow…

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More Is Never Enough

More Is Never Enough

A few days ago I lost the majority of my emotional wherewithal over boiled eggs.  Yes, you read that right.  BOILED.  EGGS.  Now I have been known to be a little extra from time to time, but boiled eggs ranks pretty high on the list of ridiculous things that have triggered my ride on the crazy train. A simple conversation turned into stomping around crying with side glares and declarations that I was surely a complete failure.  As a mom,…

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Paint It White and Call It Home

Paint It White and Call It Home

Many moons ago, when we were dating, there was a house near where sweet husband and I worked that encapsulated all our hopes and dreams.  We thought it was gorgeous.  Beautiful.  Magnificent.  We would often talk about the “house on the corner” knowing exactly what the other was referring to with no explanation.  Years passed, we got older, and we realized that kids and bills seem to have a funny way of taking priority over your dream home realizations.  The…

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Run the Race

Run the Race

We often joke about the fact that I may have been adopted.  My momma would cut grass and watch a football game any day of the week while I could search for hours on Pinterest for the perfect outfit combination and will watch Hallmark movies to the death.  Sports have just never been my thing.  But if there is one thing I recall being good at when I was younger, it was running. At recess, we would set up races…

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I Remember the Light

I Remember the Light

I remember the light. I was sitting at the table working, and there were screams of giggle and glee all around me. A rousing game of hide and seek led my middle to the prime hiding spot—behind the curtains. It was in his excitement that he pulled the curtains around himself and accidentally pulled the rod down leaving a heap of curtains and hardware sitting on the floor. Looking back, it seems like an ominous foreshadowing for the way the…

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