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My True Home

Not too long ago I was mixing up muffins in the kitchen with our small granddaughter when she asked, “Grandma, what happens when you die?” I smiled, glad to tell her about my hope of a home in heaven and the joy forever there. She thought for a moment and responded, “When I die, I think I’ll be a mermaid!” (We need to continue our conversation on this topic.) And…

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Trees and Lake

Still

Stilllll. I breathe out the word. A long, slow exhale. I feel my shoulders drop—when did they creep up to my ears?—and my spine elongate. It’s a powerful word. In the midst of the frenzy, in the midst of the mundane, be still. Without realizing it I had lumped be still and all its cousins—do not worry about tomorrow, rejoice always, take my yoke—into the category of Some Day. An…

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Flowers in the dark with sun streaming in

The Beauty of Pain

Somehow, in the groveling midst of pain, the sanctification happens. Somehow, in the blinding chaos of lost dreams, the gold shines. Somehow, in the utter darkness, the light gleams. Somehow, in the blinding tears, the eyes open. Somehow, as we walk with God, He walks us through it. And we don’t really understand how, especially in the thick of the darkness. We don’t feel it, don’t want it—cry out in…

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Clock at NYC Grand Central Station

The New Year Fear

I find that the coming of the new year breaks society into two types of people: me and my sister. My sister is the kind of person who LOVES new years. She also happens to be the kind of person who thrives on making to-do lists that include things like work out every day and practice watercolors and learn to like kale—and then actually does them. Me? I’m the kind…

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Join Us on the Ancient Paths

Have you made any New Year’s resolutions for 2018? Me neither. But if we were to make them, here are some good ones to consider: * get serious about reading and studying the Bible * deepen existing friendships and be open to new ones * learn a new life skill or risk more in certain areas * be intentional about serving others The good news is that if any (or…

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Cozy Christmas

It is the most wonderful time of the year! The Christmas season has all the best things—quaint homes with twinkly lights, warm drinks and cozy blankets. I am a sucker for hot cocoa and a crackling fireplace. If you promise we can listen to the Beach Boys Christmas album while we sit in front of a fire, I will hop into my reindeer slippers and bring the mugs, no questions…

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Thanksgiving Leftovers

Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it. – William Arthur Ward Seriously, if I’m not counting my blessings right about now, there’s something wrong with me. We just had a lovely Thanksgiving meal with three generations of family ’round the table, enlivened by little people in high chairs, babies in arms, and enough food to feed a small emerging nation. I stood…

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On Hospitality

The year my husband Larry and I lived in Costa Rica, we attended a small church in a village, a bus ride and then a kilometer walk from our home. We loved those people, who opened their church doors and their arms to us. One Sunday Eunice asked us to her house for tea after the church service.  She stopped by a little roadside market for a couple tea bags and a…

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Through the Valley

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about death—a compounding of various conversations I’ve had, books I’ve been reading, the beginning and ending of lives I see all around me. I know as a Christian I should have a glorious hope in death. But mostly I feel fear, a desperate clutching at people whom I hold close knowing I cannot take them with me when I go. Shortly after I turned…

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Growing Roots

Roots

Do you ever feel like you’ve been trying to put down roots for a long time? I do. A lot. For those who haven’t, it’s like waiting for important news, searching for something in the dark, and that horrible the-bottom-of-my-brain-dropped-out feeling that always comes after you walk into a room and forget why you’re there. Sometimes I forget why I’m here. Here: late-twenties, single, living with my parents, working on…

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