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Why I Adore
In between wrapping paper tears, sips of punch, and the clanking of forks on chocolate-smeared plates came forth the stories. Of course, every home hosting a baby shower is filled with them. At first they were humorous. Ones I could easily laugh alongside and not...
Treasures Of The Darkness
"It's bad," read the text, years ago. Days before, a cloud came over our reality. A few reports in my husband's inbox forecasted, foreshadowed. Finances in his main business were not good. He wore the weight. We braced ourselves. The landscape before us was a...
Adoration
My emotional rise and fall is determined within the almost-undetectable. The still, small movements of my mind and heart -- too fine to be caught by any filter I might employ -- are where my greatest battles are fought. And there are two areas of my life where I've...
Just Another Chance …
At twenty-three when every-day demonstrations of this new love we'd uncovered seemed as simple as breath, an extra star on the calendar over February 14th was unnecessary. At twenty-six when we finally dropped "new" in our newlywed existence, Valentine's Day seemed...
My Inheritance Is a Man
The project was simple: design a city, in three dimensions. Take childhood wonder and add construction. Glue stick and mini-scissors, your tools: Create. Adult-sized splinters of light through second-grade motor skills. Big vision, tiny architects. It set my mind...
My Assignment
The first sign of inflated dreams may have been couched in "cute." After my cameo appearance in the local high school's Annie, I was convinced I was Hollywood-bound. "It's a rat!" rang through my home for months in varied pitches and tones. It was the one-line...
Misunderstanding, My Opportunity
It came from left field. Harsh words in an email. False accusations over text message. Even the other end of the phone line, became a vehicle for dispensing seeming hatred. A string of barely-coherent vile, at least that's how it felt. The words themselves are ones...
The God of New
Twenty minutes felt like hours, both because of what happened between when my boots first crunched across the hardened day-old snow and when I returned into the fire-warmed lodge and because of my body's adverse reaction to anything below sixty degrees. I stood...
Abundance
A few years back, I surprised Nate with tickets to Handel's Messiah, but the gift ended up being mine. For two hours I sat fixed on the musicians whose unique expression of personality, diligence, and passion was fused into something that made me worship the One who...
“I Think God Still Speaks”
"Babe, I think God still speaks" I heard on the other end of the line. I still remember where I was, nestled underneath our down comforter in the 1940s "cabin" that was our first home. As we were doing renovations on this rental (in exchange for our rent) we...