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Hey you, Yes, you, still in your sweatpants and un-showered, hours into your day. It's February, friend. This love note is for you. Between seven a.m. when they wake, alert and ready to tackle the world and you and any sibling that accidentally touches the edge of...

"Pray for this one," I tell my friends that I know well. It was a subtle drip, the negativity coming from this child. If I made hashmarks in that moleskin of mine for every time the commentary that slid out of their mouth and into the space of ours that was otherwise...

We used to have a set of those couches that probably should have had plastic on them -- the kind that are better to look at than to sit on. They were in the living room, where no one really lived in my childhood home. Except for those times when my dad and I talked....

"NOOOO!" her body crumbles at the suggestion that her immune-suppressed frame should go to bed even just minutes earlier than the rest of my crew. "But that would mean I'd be alone upstairs." It's starting to become clear to me. Who I once labeled as my little...

As I sighed under my breath towards her, I caught her eye. She’d heard the exasperation that was intended only for me. Her sister was on edge, too. She needed my cheek against hers and my hand on her back, but in my tiredness she got the one-sentence pep-talk that...

For years, Nate encouraged me to write a book. "There's nothing new under the sun," I said in response. "There's only one Book that matters. I have nothing to add." What felt pious to say was actually words that cloaked fear. Writing a book meant a whole new set of...

{What better time to adore Him than now?} And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7  To one woman, You were a firstborn son. To us, You were King,...

Before I bite my nails and dive into a part of my story so very near to my understanding of who God is (but so very personal), let me tell you that not one of these posts goes up without Nate's eyes first reading them. And this post below, especially, I might as well...

December is loaded for me. This one month of the year has been infused with diagnoses and death and waiting with expectation, only to have those expectations dashed. It was Christmas Eve, years ago, that I was planning to unveil the secret to Nate. I thought for sure...

When we first brought her home a few of our normal-to-us family ways made her skittish. Her body stiffened when I hugged her. She sat at the end of the couch when we all piled on for a cuddle. And she retreated behind her eyes at the mention of a "special treat." A...