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Letting Go.
I thought it’d be easier this time. The third time’s a charm, right? Parenting gets easier with each child, right? Smarter and more competent parenting, quicker and more relaxed; we see the bigger picture and chill on the not-so-important things,…
Proverbs 31 Revisited
Women, how we can compete and compare and criticize: but today, on this Sabbath, we celebrate!O woman of valour, where do we find her?We find her here.We find you here.You are precious and so very cherished. A Woman of Valour,…
Where was Cupid?
As the Dollarstore aisles filled with pink and red and the lines to get in the Hallmark Store wrapped around the building, I couldn’t help but find my mind drift off to the many kinds of Valentine weekends I’ve experienced…
How Can I Help?
“All this I have spoken while still with you. But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my…
The Snow Day Witch
Let’s be honest about the Snow Day Witch. She comes in the morning all pretty and lovely with big fluffy snowflakes glistening in the early morning light. The musical morning whisper “No school today, go back to sleep” is followed…
Are Those Tears on my Cheeks?
The quiet waves of hysterectomy. My vision clouds with the pressing darkness of remembering there was no reprieve, no cycle to prepare for, just an outgoing drain of life, an ongoing battle to push through. I'm lost recalling the struggle…
Heirloom: When God Doesn’t Do What You Think He Will
The painter sat on the linoleum floor that sunny Wednesday morning, a black garbage bag spread out under the freshly stripped kitchen chair. Slow, deep, breathing could be heard in the kitchen as the canister was tipped back and forth…
A Mother’s Gift
It was her day off. The sun had crested bright and beautiful, but it didn’t draw her from the heavy sheets tucked tight around her. She dragged her tired body from the warm blankets, pulled back the dark grey curtains and…
Big Faith in Four Small Words
Sitting at the kitchen table the aging woman scrolled through picture after picture of her infant grandson. Worry etched the wrinkles deeper into her face as she explained that he had been moved for the second time, to another foster…
How To Be A Good Friend When Her Baby Dies
Breathe. Hot, steamy water ran down my body, as I showered. My heart thudding in my chest, I recounted the details of the unexpected phone call I had just received. The message I hadn’t expected to hear. The message I…
