Grace, Trust, and Fresh Baked Bread

Grace, Trust, and Fresh Baked Bread

I recently read that the average short-term memory span of a dog is two minutes. Based on my experience I think this may be generous.  

For instance, we adopted Gidgit as a puppy. She has always been let back inside and given a treat when she comes to the door. Always. Yet, whenever she’s ready to come in, she practically panics. Scratching, whimpering, yelping… the instant she walks up the steps. She is absolutely petrified that I will leave her there waiting, she’s afraid I’ve forgotten her, and she is riddled with anxiety. Of course this makes me lose my mind.

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In Defense of The Ugly Dinner Party

In Defense of The Ugly Dinner Party

I’ve spent hours over the past couple weeks cutting out tiny paper bunny ears – this is what I have CHOSEN to do with my free time. Send help.

But Easter is only three months away and I will have entire platters of adorable powdered sugar donut-bunnies to share. This is real, friends. This is important to me.

Contrary to what my husband says, there’s nothing wrong with spending...

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The Unforced Rhythms of Grace

The Unforced Rhythms of Grace

It took just over 24 hours to cry through the entire box of tissue. We’d driven up the coast, through a steady rain, for a long weekend on Cape Cod. We had no real plan other than resting up, exploring the area, and working our way through a stack of favorite family games. We’d packed cinnamon tea, red wine, books, sweaters, and walking shoes. 

We were, after all, following doctor’s orders. Last

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Please Don't Tell Me God is Bigger than Cancer

Please Don't Tell Me God is Bigger than Cancer

A few weeks ago I was happily bouncing around the kitchen to the radio, making a quick lunch. As one song ended, a pre-recorded blurb aired that went something like this, “My sister was diagnosed with cancer two months ago. She had surgery to remove the tumor, and just got back from her check-up and she is cancer free. I just want to say that God is bigger than cancer!” 

I froze. 

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The Most Boring Prodigal

The Most Boring Prodigal

I’ve realized recently that I am possibly the most boring prodigal ever. I don’t have any dramatic stories and I’ve never lived a wild, party-girl lifestyle.

But I have turned from God in subtle ways.

I’ve given up on his timeline and plan.
I’ve refused to trust that he has our best interest at heart.
I’ve kept him at arms length—afraid to be let down.

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Spring Cleaning

Spring Cleaning

Guest Post: Ben Capps

The final manifestation of spring that adorns our living room is dramatically less romantic. This last sign is an indicator not only of our external activities but also of our internal sentiments. In the corner of the room is a heaping pile of bulging trash bags full of our “stuff”...

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Children of Light

Children of Light

“Sir, are you really calling the police because there is a squirrel with a long tooth in your yard?” – Police Department to my husband. 

In his defense, he had to call. It was Saturday morning and we were wrapping up a leisurely waffle breakfast when I noticed a new squirrel in our backyard. This little guy stood out because he was eating his waffle (don’t judge – it’s their weekend too, you know!) on the right side of his mouth. Sticking out of the left side was a gigantic tooth that looped up and around, rubbing the fur off his face. A quick Google search told me that this squirrel was not going to survive unless someone caught it, sedated it, and trimmed that crazy tooth. I knew we needed to get help - call animal control – this is an emergency!

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