Believing Lies, Knowing Truth

Believing the lies today. Know the truth. Doesn’t matter. Believing the lies anyway. They are swirling all around me in a feeding frenzy. Feeding on each other and growing stronger and darker and louder. Yet they aren’t shouting. That would be wasted energy. They whisper. Inept. Incapable. Inadequate. Incompetent. Inferior. And the whispers echo everywhere.…

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Choosing Joy

We do not play Christmas music until the day after Thanksgiving, when we begin decorating our house. Any talk of decorating early for Christmas has been met with strong opposition and simply hasn’t been done. The theme music from Dr. Seuss’s How The Grinch Stole Christmas (the original cartoon) and A Charlie Brown Christmas are a must while decorating the tree,…

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It’s a Fact of Life

Some days are hard, and I long for them to end. I just want tomorrow to come and start over. It’s a fact of life.   Some days are easy, and I hope they last. I want tomorrow to never come and today to stay. It’s a fact of life.

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Presence

Just as we sit down to dinner, her screams pierce our ears. Our daughter is not happy. She has been fed, diapered, and laid down to rest. This is not okay in her mind, and she is making that clearly known. Her cries seem to translate into “Where did you go? Someone come get me!”…

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Your “Fear Not!” Invitation

Whenever I approach the story of baby Jesus’ arrival on earth, I see something new. This year, it’s been the role of angels; the Christmas story is full of angelic visitations and the first thing they always say is, “Fear not!” The angel Gabriel comes to Mary in Luke 1:30, the angel of the Lord appears to Joseph in a…

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Yes, God

Lao Tzu said that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. In this case, it is a journey of 9,356 miles. I am traveling to Australia to participate in a Captivating Retreat, a time for women to come together and experience the heart of God and deep community.

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Double Pregnant

It’s mysterious how the seasons of life parallel each other. A few hours ago I left The Anchor House, fully restored and nearly ready to open it’s doors, to then find myself greeted by boxes at my own doorstep. Inside these boxes are miscellaneous baby essentials for Asha and a few things I ordered for…

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