Mosaic Motherhood

I stared at her angelic form swaddled beneath the moonlit window. She was so sweet, so small, so fragile. Who was I to bear the responsibility of her, to soothe her fevers and give her direction, to train her and teach her about God and the world? I watched her breathe, in and out, in…

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Vacant Lots

I pulled into the almost vacant parking lot of a well-known church in the community. All of the answers that I had faithfully recited to wounded people in the past were no longer satisfying.

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Changing my Position on Thursdays: A Look at Real Intimacy

Sometimes, on a Thursday, dreams come true. I’ve decided that is why life is great.

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