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When the joy runs out (a guest post for Rachel Held Evans)

  Thanks for all the cheers and the love and the messages and texts and tweets and posts yesterday, dear readers. I was overwhelmed by and so grateful for this community. It was a good day. Today I'm over at Rachel Held Evans blog sharing a bit of my journey into a new way of experiencing prayer. What happens ...

#FoundGrace: Our Community Lenten Practice. ‘Find yourself found.’*

  I worked out Saturday morning with a friend. As we rode home together, the subject of Lent came up. “I just want to emphasize grace this Lent,” she said. “I’ve suffered enough these past few months and I feel like I need to recognize that before I give myself a checklist of tasks to live up to. I want to ...

God comes so close to us and we come so close to God

I’m teaching third grade Sunday School at my church. This is a new sort of thing for me. I don’t necessarily feel at my most capable with children. Yes, I know, I’m a mom. Aren’t moms supposed to be good with kids? I tend to think I’m good with my own. (Sometimes.) And I tend to think I’m good with their friends, ...

One Good Phrase: Anna Broadway (The Lord is kind to the undeserving)

It's been extra quiet around here while I've been visiting family on the East coast. So I'm super happy that Anna Broadway is willing to be here today. Anna is a local writer in the San Francisco area and has been a support to me throughout my time living there. I find her and her writing so courageous, especially when she ...

Marriage and the Growing Up of Us

When did we grow up? It wasn’t then, when we stood in the mountain meadow, flowers in my hair. And your hair, oh, honey. Your hair was such a mess. It took you four years to believe me that conditioner would do you good. That product would REALLY do you good. You stood in that meadow with that hair and I loved you. I loved ...

For Brooksie, on his 2nd birthday (A Thankful Tuesday post, of sorts)

  Brooksie, when I got you out of bed on your second birthday, I whispered. It was 6:30 and your brother was asleep next door; the neighbors were asleep downstairs. I hate worrying about noise. I wanted to bust in with a guitar and serenade you. (If only I could play.) I wanted to shout to the world that once you weren’t ...

Beautiful: A reflection for the day after Ash Wednesday

I wrote this post two years ago, when Brooksie was known only as T-Rexy. (These days he's still "T" most of the time at home.) It's a reflection that still feels relevant these two years later.   Wednesday night, as I entered the church nursery where August had been playing while I was in the Ash Wednesday service, my ...