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On Tears (and Other Blessings)
It is the rare writer who invites you in, not only to their heart but yours, and through the back door — in such a way that words and story are subtly ushering you closer to the heartbeat of God. I read Christie Purifoy’s book last summer and I’ve counted down...
That Voice of Surprise
She was turning eight on the first birthday that she celebrated with us. I think this was her first birthday ever, as the first years of her life had been undocumented. And I was overwhelmed – a likely coupling. We’d just completed our most recent adoption of two more...
That Holy Loneliness
“I want a friend who is just like me, Mommy,” she said through tears to me, years ago. “I feel alone.” She dismissed those siblings of hers who like different songs, and sing to different beats and the spend their time ordering when she...