365 days…
Dearest Matthew, 365 days later, I’m still here. Endless sunsets, thousands of heartbeats, millions of seconds passed, I’m still here. Through meltdowns and delayed flights and missed expectations and fits of laughter and moments of tears, I’m still...
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together we can make a difference…
We sat around the table while the Balkan sea air lightly lifted napkins and table cloths. The smell of thick olive oil, sea salt, and ocean water filled the air, and for a moment, I felt like I was in heaven. Surround by a Norwegian, a Dane, and four Greeks, our table...
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that girl…
There’s a fine line between supporting a spouse and being that girl who is totally annoying. People, I crossed that line 365 days ago! On Sunday Matt taught at Mavuno Berlin for their church service and before he could finish his introduction, I had taken a...
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BeCause…
Two hours into combing through catalogs and color matching, the small talk faded and we went to the next level of deep. Beyond the standard sales associate relationship, she had shared stories about our relationships and I shared with her the vision of my home decor....
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belching, flatulence, and being real…
Okay, seriously people, I don’t care how tight we are or how much you value being “real,” I don’t want to hear you pass any form of gas from any orifice on your body. At all. Ever. Furthermore, I don’t even want to talk about. The topic...
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grace for gracie…
On a recent visit with Gracie, I sat at her bedside and stroked her arm as she drifted in and out of medicated sleep. She’d wake up and speak about youth ministry and how she remembered what it was like when she was in high school group and when she’d...
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on forgiveness…
A few thoughts on forgiveness… When Jesus died on the cross, he absorbed the sin of the world. It was injust, but he took it. Forgiving is kind of the same thing. In forgiving, you may wrestle with a sense of injustice—the sense of rewarding actions that...
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my dearest mother: the houdini of laundry…
Memories about my dearest mother… My sweet mother is a struggling magician of sorts. For the past 30 years she’s been trying to perfect the art of laundry and the mystery of how to clean clothes. It’s an illusion of sorts to think that she can keep white socks...
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spam, sin, and shut down…
A couple days ago my blog went down. Okay, okay, I know global warming is ruining our environment, our nation is in a recession, and the cast from Jersey Shore are busy making our country look bad, but to me the last thing I needed was to get an email from my web...
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being present…
She’s from the Midwest, pronounces the letter o like it’s a capital O, and makes a killer meatloaf. My mother-in-law is in town from MinnesOta and she makes it a point every night to gather us around the kitchen table to play a board game or talk about the...
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I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
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