Encouraging Women to Live Rooted in the Sacred
Laying warm clothes onto the bed, I notice your shirt. Black, the required color for work. You’re 20 now, and…how blessed I am to have these last months with you at home, still able to do your laundry if I manage to beat you to it. Gone are the days of munchkin-sized onesies approximately as big as your current shoe…
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We’ve all heard the term “Mean Girls” before, right? We might’ve even known a few, over the years. Well—step aside “Mean Girls,” — God’s girls are Nice Girls. A Sisterhood that thrives on Hospitality of Spirit, empowering one another with social grace. A sisterhood that remembers—when one succeeds, we all succeed, because—ultimately all the glory belongs at His feet, not…
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Seriously, God? Well, goody. I might’ve waved the “Word of the Year” bandwagon right-on-by this year, had I known. Truth be told, sometimes I’m riding up front with the band, embracing my “One Word” with abandon, while other times I’m crashing the whole blessed wagon into the ditch, in “What-Was-My-Word-Again?” fashion. Pretty sure I put in my request for a…
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Who do you think you are anyway? You’re just a random girl with a common dream. You know you’ll be misunderstood. Like a relentless housefly on a hot summer day, he’s the pesky accuser, forever seeking to edge his way between my head and my heart. He holds court, as if the “Truth, whole Truth, and nothing but the…
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Lord. Have. Mercy. Inhale annnnd exhale. Dirty dishes on every counter. Spilled tea on un-swept floors. A battlefield of empty food containers lifeless atop my formerly peace-loving island. Again. A paradoxical dance of familiar and foreign. Increasingly familiar in this house full of menfolk living on Teen-Time, but foreign to their mother living on ‘Aint-Nobody-Got-Time-For-This-Time. Many a night finds…
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I was forty-something. Plenty old enough to be beyond this, it seemed. Praise music hovering, they gathered in clusters around a lively room, laughing and nodding between sips of coffee and bites of chocolate – familiar ears catching their words, safe hearts cushioning their sentiments. I barely knew anyone, and the few who I did know(ish), they were busy filling…
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