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  • It’s Friday!

    I have some exciting things to share as we head into May! I can’t believe it’s already May! Whew. 2016 is moving fast. On that note, I have been struggling to stay consistent in the Word with such a busy schedule. Let’s say “full” schedule. Busy connotates that I don’t love what I’m doing. If […]

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  • Seeking an Urban Faith

    No parking between the hours of 6am-8am for street cleaning. My husband and I recently visited San Francisco where we quickly realized that street cleaning was a daily occurrence. This practice required moving our rental car from it’s prime parking spot every morning before the crack of dawn. We probably would not have taken these […]

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  • on writing (7 habits of a writer)

    I wish there was a formula. As I’ve delved deeper into the writing world these last few months, I’ve realized how far from that the process truly is. However, there are some habits that I have implemented that have pushed me along my journey and helped me reach my goals. I’m privileged to be published on […]

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  • M&Ms and Meltdowns

    I attempted to begin my daughter’s potty-training adventures this morning. The saga lasted just short of an hour and ended with a meltdown because I kept asking her if her pants were dry like a broken record. I found my 8 month old playing in a puddle that graciously turned out to be spilled apple […]

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  • He heals the withered heart

    Matthew 12:9-14 (ESV) 9 He went on from there and entered their synagogue. 10 And a man was there with a withered hand. And they asked him, “Is it lawful to heal on the Sabbath?”—so that they might accuse him. 11 He said to them, “Which one of you who has a sheep, if it falls into a pit […]

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  • biscuits and bravery

    We stood there together, she, being just under three feet tall, and me, a tower behind her, wanting to reach out and offer shelter under my hesitating frame. I couldn’t see her face, but I imagined the trepidation that I could feel as I saw her almost turning back. Standing in the doorway to a […]