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Time to surrender

Faith, Family, Motherhood, Relationships

An alternate way in which I measure the age of my children: the length of regrowth from the hair I’ve lost since their birth. These days it feels like I have very little control of the things moving and spinning…

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A few weeks ago I snapped at our kids only minutes after waking up, and my wise husband encouraged me to leave. He felt it coming to a boiling point, and as he watched my emotions and exhaustion begin to…

Baby, write this down


A year ago I sat at the kitchen table of a woman I respect and call friend and mentor. After quickly catching up on each other’s lives, I slid the job description across the table. I felt a rush of…

Trusting God with our kids

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Another day of horrific headlines left me wide-awake at 4am Thursday morning. I’ve done a good job of not truly feeling these sorts of events (out of self-protection) by only reading the headlines. But as I waited for my baby…

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What is your season of the soul? Spring is coming.

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