The Holy Rebel

“Safe? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the king, I tell you.” – Mr. Beaver* My favorite grocery store is five miles east of my home, down a two-lane highway in the middle of a forest preserve. Forest preserves are Illinois’s excuse for nature. No buildings are allowed…

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Anger Unpacked

Sitting in between half packed boxes and newspaper crumbles, tears flowing for what felt like an eternity, I began my tirade: God, I am SO ANGRY with You. You don’t love me at all. So instead of me following anything You have to tell me, I am going to ignore You and anything and anyone…

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Dreaming Again

After spending time with my grandchildren and my brother I am finding my heart to be more tender than I had known previously.

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The world in her hands.

When I was a little girl, I sang “He’s got the whole world in His hands” and I would picture God’s actual huge hands holding our world.

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Bleached

I knocked on the door of my parent’s house, tears streaming down my face one dark February night.

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Dating, Redemption, and Restoration

We sat across the table from each other in a quaint hole-in-the-wall Japanese restaurant.

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Recommit and go again

Our first year of marriage wasn’t what I’m assuming many newlyweds experience.

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