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The Girl Walking up the Road

The Girl Walking up the Road

I have this friend who tells me what to do. If she didn’t, I wouldn’t do it. (Picture a post competitive body builder turned wife, mother, rancher, cowgirl, baker, personal trainer. Yep, she’s awesome.) Par for the course, Friday evening, just as I settle in to a lovely daydream about our first Saturday in eons with nothing planned, my phone dings. “Run 4.8 miles tomorrow. End of discussion.” For some of you this number is child’s play. For me, a…

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Today’s Goal: Low & Slow

Today’s Goal: Low & Slow

I have this unexplainable desire to drink in every moment today. Maybe it’s because my eldest had her first babysitting job last week. As I watched her traipse out of the house with her “fun bag” draped over her shoulder, climbing into the car of her employer for the evening, my chest tightened. Lately, conversing with friends trumps building legos with siblings. She is blossoming, learning, pulling away, coming into who God is creating her to be. Perhaps this urge to press…

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Apparently, It’s Not About Me (Again)

Apparently, It’s Not About Me (Again)

This is what I know. This morning I begrudgingly threw my legs over the side of my bed an hour after my alarm because, frankly, I wasn’t too excited to have my quiet time with Jesus. There are days I fling my covers back at the first bleat eager to cozy up with caffeine and the Bible. On these days, I thirstily search His Word and welcome His peace invading me while the sun rises. Even if that peace only lasts until…

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To Cherish: Lessons from a (Puked on) Linen Sofa

To Cherish: Lessons from a (Puked on) Linen Sofa

First off, I don’t live in a linen couch kind of life. I have four kids under 10, the two youngest being boys, and a hunting dog that refuses hunt. Dirt doesn’t stay outside. Sticky fingers aren’t detained at the table until wiped clean. Puke doesn’t hit the toilet. I don’t know why I insist that we dwell in a Pottery Barn picture. That’s a lie. I know why I insist on it. To set the scene, at least one…

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My Jubilee Jesus

My Jubilee Jesus

Learning of Jewish culture is, to me, a thick slice of warm cinnamon bread slathered with butter from the bread shop. I just can’t get enough of it. Upon partaking of it’s yumminess, I walk away full, fat, and happy. I recently stumbled upon a website entitled HebrewsforChristians.com and got myself lost up in there, clicking away, for hours. Studying about the rich importance infused into special dates on their calendar is especially lovely to me. Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement) Tonight…

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Pallets + Power Tools = Peace?

Pallets + Power Tools = Peace?

Warning to you, Beautiful Reader, below you will not find the carefully chosen words of a wise and weathered mom who has mastered the spiritual art of dying to self in service to others. Rather, an accurate synopsis of the words written would be that of a struggling heart knee deep in diapers, school books, food, and questions. Sometimes, I am restless. OK, more than SOMETIMES. Cabin fever comes to mind. When a person who was once in the work…

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