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Sometimes ordinary moms turns into mama-bears. Just threaten our children and watch us craze. On the upper doorposts of the rooms that hold our family, or that held our family before kids grew up and left, yet still hold one more kid, there are mama-bear tracks....
We sit in a parking lot near the lumber yard while the car shakes with my sobs. “Are you going to be okay?” he asks. “Do you want to go home?” Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so sensitive. I wish I could separate God pleasing from people pleasing. I wish I didn’t feel...
It’s only a one-mile loop, this Dry Marsh Trail. I can handle that, even in this heat. It’s an easy hike, though, and it’s good to be away and outside, just the two of us. I lag behind, stopping to take pictures of this and that. He waits for me to catch up, reads out...
She stands on the thin, white carpet, anxiously waiting to salute the judges and begin a routine she has undoubtedly practiced well over a thousand times. She seems stiff, a fleshly statue under an enormous amount of stress and I find myself hoping she won't crumble...
Her name tag reads “Colleen.” She wears blue scrubs, and the...
I’ve long been impressed by the power of the shortest verse in the Bible....
God has some wild imagination. Just picture those hapless Israelites, out...
The streetlamp outside the bedroom window casts a gentle glow about the room...
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