Wrestling with the Lie that Says My Child’s Struggles Are My Fault
It’s a raw, deeply vulnerable feeling when you realize there are moments you don’t know how to help your child.…
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It’s a raw, deeply vulnerable feeling when you realize there are moments you don’t know how to help your child.…
Continue ReadingThe first light of dawn peaked into my bedroom window as angry cries filled the house. Squeezing my eyes shut,…
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Continue ReadingMy mom is a mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. She has been my teacher of what being a mom and a…
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Continue Reading"Again, truly I tell you that if two of you on earth agree about anything you ask for, it will…
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Continue ReadingI usually love sending and receiving Christmas cards, but this year feels different. This year has been a lot. And…
Continue ReadingTwelve days lay between the now and the onset of labor for Mary. With trodden feet and tired hearts, they slowly…
Continue ReadingWe set up the Christmas tree yesterday, and it was bittersweet as I took out each decoration. Transported back to…
Continue ReadingI’m cleaning the house again. It seems never-ending with laundry, dinner, dishes, bills. Go there, do that. Put my head…
Continue ReadingIt was a Sunday morning, and I was jogging past the crowded auditorium, pressing on to the next task on…
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