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"When my soul begins to tremble and I feel panic settling in, praying adoration has begun to un-strangle me. Praying God's attributes back to Him has been a life-changing practice that has me falling even more in love with Jesus." This is one of the reminders I've had...

{If you haven't yet, read the precursor to this post, which is actually the second half of this story.} And this is how I found the heart at the center of justice ... College witnessed his first growth spurt. By what can only be attributed to the hand of God, Nate...

We wait under fluorescent lights for the girls to file in. Though there are some new faces each month, the veterans' familiarity with us sets all the girls at ease. They know what to expect this night, these children of routine and rhythm, whose variables have been...

She let me in on the conversation in her head as she casually cut tomatoes on the kitchen counter. "I can't believe all those years in Africa I never knew what a hug was." Said just as matter-of-fact as "Mommy, these tomatoes are ripe," her words pressed, heavy, on my...

Six people and all of our detritus for a month fit snuggly into the once-new-to-us suburban -- that in two years of our vigorous use has become rusty, old. We belted songs, loud, and listened to books and counted hawks on telephone wires all the way across middle...

Three weeks into summer and they've already logged a season full of memories as we drive our suburban across the country to visit old friends and family and fill our lungs with the salt air of the east coast. That night a few days ago that they stayed up way too late,...

You know that moment you wish you could capture in still-frame -- just freeze it and frame it and have it within arm’s reach -- but you know if you did it might spoil the purity of it all? I had one of those today, interrupting my mundanity. One of my littles was...

Summer was marked for me when I was fifteen. When my curfew got extended and my alarm clock collected dust, I made a spot for myself on the old wooden swing in our backyard. On the nights when the moon hid, the spotlight off our back porch illuminated my bedtime...