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The Thing With Feathers
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. – Emily Dickinson Oh Emily. You might have been a tad eccentric. You were probably lonely. But you know a thing or two about hope, don’t you? Hope. It’s a bit of a dangerous thing really, isn’t it? The thing with…
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my diet
Disappointment is my daily bread. Yes. You guessed it. This post might just be a downer. Click somewhere else if you want. I’ll never know. But today . . . I don’t have anything to offer. No weird vomit tale with which to regale you. No everything is spiritual epiphany. Only a ranting. I just don’t feel like suffering in silence today. That’s all. It’s seems I keep moving back over to that edge. On the verge of tears almost always. Sure – for big reasons. And for smaller ones too. It just seems lately that I fall asleep to disappointment and then I wake up to disappointment. It sits…
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Love Wins
Love Wins. That’s what a bumper sticker on the back of our Suburban says. In black and white. There are some topics about which I really don’t care to write. Like this one. Because when I throw this stuff out there into the blogosphere I become accountable. If I keep these ideas in my mind then no one can judge me when I blow it. (Which I will.) But, the thing is I don’t always let Love win. But I want to. I want Love to be victorious. In my relationships. In my actions. In my attitudes. In my thoughts. In my heart. So I’ve been repeating the words of…
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Sufficient
My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Cor. 12:9-10) My friend recently e-mailed this verse to me. And when I read her e-mail, I was encouraged. But today, I feel more like a character in the Dr. Seuss book “Oh, The Places You’ll Go” because what do you do when it seems His grace…
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Wrong Again
I don’t know if you have ever noticed, but I have these little categories on the right side of this page. (You know, like a billion other bloggers.) And one of my categories is entitled “My Pursuit of God”. And I think I have just been realizing something. I have had that all wrong. Mislabeled really. This whole time it has never been about my pursuit of God. It has always been about God’s pursuit of me. There I go again – making it all about me. Because I can be such an idiot sometimes when it comes to perspective. This story, my life, has been entirely a picture of…
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Just What We Needed
You know when you reserve a beach house from looking at photos online, you never really know exactly what you will get. After a day in the car, as soon as our gang pulled in the driveway at our new casa for the week, we all stumbled out of our bursting Suburban and looked for the water. It’s what we came all this way for anyway, right? Walking down the picturesque stroll (per the website’s description) we saw ahead of us the shore and the ocean. Hooray! Upon closer inspection we realized the waves were not exactly crashing onto the sand as we had imagined. Oh and there was land…
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Enough
Have I ever really believed that God is enough? I mean, I’ve probably said He was. I might have even thought that I believed it. But your beliefs are pretty much revealed through your actions. So. Have I acted like God is enough? Or has my life thus far been mostly a study of how God is not enough? Don’t I really expect God plus? You know, God plus personal fulfillment. God plus healthy children. God plus financial security. God plus physical safety. God plus a happy marriage. That’s the lie I find myself believing, and living, so often. The truth is God is enough. No plus. Just God. Enough.…
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Everything
Sometimes I think it is ironic how often the stuff of my daily life reminds me of Biblical truth in some random way. And then I remember. Everything is spiritual. A couple of years ago Kevin and I heard a speaker named Rob Bell teach at a funky little club in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. His speaking tour was entitled “Everything is Spiritual”. And I really believe it is. Remembering that truth actually brings much more meaning (and importance and accountability) to my daily existence. If everything truly is spiritual, then I guess it does matter how I respond to my children when I am exhausted. Or which words come…
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Friday Morning
Yesterday morning I broke an unwritten Keigley household rule. I turned on the television first thing in the morning. Let me ‘splain. Because Wilder had eaten breakfast off his normal routine, Kevin had already left for work before I was able to take a shower. I really wanted a shower. “Hey guys? Who wants to watch Curious George?” You might call it poor parenting – I call it buying a half hour of my life. My aspirations actually reached beyond the cleansing shower. I had just purchased some eyeliner (don’t tell Riley!) and I wanted to experiment. While in Virginia Emma had given me brief instructions on applying eye liner.…
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Something About Love
Piper has a little friend. His name is Beckett. Piper is not always very kind to Beckett. Beckett will be standing still. Minding his own business. Being happy and content – a model citizen. Piper approaches out of the shadowy background. She walks behind her young companion. And then, without provocation, Piper two-hand shoves Beckett. It’s awful. I am so embarrassed by her behavior. Ashamed. What in the world? Why would she do that? I scoop her up and take her off to the other room for some baby discipline. But I don’t stop loving her. When we are done with the discipline, I don’t turn away from her affection.…
