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I Want To Be More Like Daddy Today
I imagine a lot of homes are structured like ours. Mom’s primary job is Keeper of All Things Home and Dad’s main daily occupation is his . . . well, occupation. It’s not that it can’t be reversed and work just as well and it’s not some special requirement for Mom to work full time at home. This post is…
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charity:water
It’s so simple that it’s easy to ignore. Water. My kids pour it on the ground from their Sigg bottles. They flop it across their face after a soccer game. The turn on the hose in the driveway to make streams for their match box cars. It flows down our drains and we leave it running to soak our filthy…
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art.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up. ~Pablo Picasso I adore the works of her not-quite-so-small-any-longer hands. I hope she never stops creating. Never stops imagining. Never stops putting pencil to paper. I want her to remember that she is always an artist.
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focus
Oh, the struggle. It never seems to cease. Those demons from the past. The ones that pop up unexpectedly at perfectly innocuous moments. Dragons and deserts and memory of famine. It hurts. And I wonder who to trust and what is truth and where my heart is safe. And when I am reminded of all the bad, I find myself…
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is it not this?
What causes quarrels and what causes fights among you? Is it not this, that your passions are at war within you? (James 4:1) Dude! (I need a new phrase. How outdated and non-adult-female is that one? Any suggestions? What are all the cool thirty-somethings saying these days as way of an exclamation?) Well. Until I (and by that, I mean…
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Field Trip Friday: Happy Cow Creamery
Field Trip Fridays are quickly becoming my favorite part of this school year. First we have math class and then we pack our lunches, load up and head out. (We listen to our composer – Mozart – on the drive, plus an audio book.) We’ve been to the apple orchard, the zoo and to DuPont Forest for a fishing class…
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Henry Huggins: A Book Review
Aren’t there just a few authors from back in the day that just seem to stick? A few names that everyone was reading in fourth grade? I don’t know who your names were, but a few of mine were Judy Blume, Cynthia Voigt and Beverly Cleary. Beverly Cleary created that pesky little icon Ramona. The kids and I have listened…
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so here it is.
The future rarely looks like the past. And change is the only constant. In some ways it seems as if our family has been rising and falling with the ebb and the flow of change for the last decade. Yes. Decade. Adoption. Vocational changes. Pastoring at a start-up church. Birth of baby. Quit teaching high school. Bi-vocational ministry. Adoption. Parents…
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I’m Sure I’ll Make Time.
“Mom, when can I go running with you?” Hawkeye asked me this week. For the thirteenth time. “I don’t know. Maybe this weekend.” I replied. “So. Why do you want to run with me so much son?” “Because I want to hold your hand while we run.”
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Does Sunday Look Like This To Anyone Else?
I think our church is only missing one thing. And, to be honest, I’ve never seen this one thing in any church where I have ever attended. I’m not even sure what it should be called. But I know what its purpose will be. What every church needs is a detox room. A space between the nursery and the sanctuary.…
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second annual.
Last year, same weekend actually, Emma and Julie and Mandy and our families all enjoyed a bit of a fall adventure together. We decided it was too good of a time to not repeat. Mandy couldn’t join us this year but Kate could. Five of our children joined us. Julie brought four of her five. Emma has two. Kate brought…
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the soccer experiment
Soccer season is playing out quite differently this year. Last year three kids were on the same team and Kevin and Riley coached them. Talk about a family event. And we normally just play soccer in the spring. But this fall, all that changes. It’s a bit of an experiment, actually. (But isn’t all parenting, at some level?) This season…
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know.
Sometimes I struggle with how much to share on this little space. And I’ve been pretty distracted the last few weeks. Some rather large changes are knocking at our door. (The theoretical door, mind you – not the literal brown metal one that allows us entrance to our home. That door, however, was broken last week. Just broken. So broken…
