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When you give when you don’t have a lot — God gives you a lot more of Himself.
The art of living is believing there is enough love in you, that you are loved enough by Him, to be made into love to give.
Let’s start a bit of a kindness movement, a giving, generous, caring, broken and given and transforming movement, that moves us all closer together?
Simply come. The miracle of Christmas is that you get more than proof of God’s existence. You get the experience of God’s presence.
Turning the calendar page early this morning in our warming farm house, and there it is, in all it’s fullness — This is the season of Advent, of coming, of…
How do you make a difference? You make a difference — by doing things different.
If I lay close enough to her at night I can hear my baby girl’s literal broken heart beating under her scars. And under stars, I pull her closer, and…
The ordinary becomes the extraordinary when the eyes see the extra glory here.
And here are a few of my absolute favorite things: Favorite T-Shirt: So Loved From Morning Star Foundation: Okay, these So Loved T-Shirts? Us girls here cannot stop wearing these….
Sometimes the proof that God exists is that lightning doesn’t strike but quiet grace rains straight down.
When I find out what a teenager’s done, I’d like to ring one slender neck. Dirt rings the mudroom sink like nasty vandalism. To-do lists keep scrawling ugly, longer and…
So some kid accidentally dropped a dozen eggs all over the floor this morning. You can just close your lovely eyes and imagine how extraordinarily well that ended. But one…
There are birds at the feeders, chickadees. They flit nervous. Oh, yeah, do I get that. I watch the light out in the trees, the way it falls across the…
So after they hugged us all goodbye, the two of them both ran out into the snow, out past the old porch swing. Jumped straight over the picket gate. And…
Let’s talk — I’d love for us to get to know each other…
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