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Putting Back on My Wedding Gown

I remember shopping for my wedding gown. Me, a young bride-to-be, longing to be beautiful and yet still trying to be practical. My momma raised me on consignment stores and additional 50% off sales – so when I found an elegant off-white gown on the clearance rack of a local bridal boutique, I snatched it…

Peek-A-Boo!

When I was a child, I loved to play “Peek-A-Boo” with my parents.  It was my chance to deliberately hide.  But hiding wasn’t the best part for me.  It was in being found where I experienced the most joy.  Growing up, I often felt unseen.  So much activity surrounded my older brothers and sister, as…

Remembering To Breath

As a busy, full-time working mom, I try to accomplish as much as I can in a day.  I am usually okay with the messy house, unfolded laundry and cluttered kids’ rooms from time to time.  But lately, I’ve been anxious and uptight over the fact that I can’t seem to get caught up.  I’ve…

No Longer Living in Fear

Since childhood, I’ve been afraid. Afraid of death. Afraid of the stories describing a heavenly measuring rod. Afraid of the judgement. Afraid I wouldn’t ever be good enough to escape the consequences of sin and make it to the better place. Afraid of myself, my inadequacies, me — so quick-to-sin. A child afraid. A teenager…

At The End Of My Rope

As a wife, mother, daughter, friend, speaker, writer, Bible study teacher, school volunteer, (the list could go on) I sometimes feel pulled in a thousand different directions. I have responsibilities in each of these areas and it’s often difficult to juggle them all. There are days I find myself paralyzed, not sure which item to…

Teaching Through My Imperfectness

As a mother, I’ve observed how my daughter watches me. In some cases, I think she learns more by watching what I do than by listening to what I say. As a child of God, I want to be a Godly mother, but as a human, I’m a sinful being. With my flaws and insecurities,…

Letting Christmas Linger

“Alright, ladies. You know what we have to do in the morning. I don’t want any crying or complaining from any of you. It is time to get this done.” My husband looked around the dinner table at the four of us. My daughters and I sat there a little dumbfounded, wondering what horrible thing…

A New Year’s Question: What do you put your faith in?

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I was at the grocery store the other day standing in line when I happened to see a young mom by the lottery ticket machine. She was small with wispy blond hair and she looked about eight months pregnant. She was darling. One hand rested on her belly as the other hand pushed the buttons…