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A mile in her shoes…walking in the dark, with others.

They carefully pressed his tiny toes first onto the ink pad, then onto the birth certificate. Next came his tiny hands. Hands that would hold my finger while he nursed, hold my hand while we walked and my heart, forever.  I have experienced those holy moments with 3 sons. It’s a memory and memento moms share. Our hearts still skip…

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I’m Not Proud to Be a Christian. (Just: grateful, humbled, in awe of God’s grace to me, the list goes on.)

I sometimes find myself wanting to wave a flag and declare:  I’m proud to be a Christian. Except. I’m not. It’s Pride Pressure. Pride pressure is when you see a bunch of facebook posts that (basically) threaten to judge you if you don’t post your “pride.” Some even imply that Jesus will deny you if you don’t repost His pic.…

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Speak Up- Conference 2015 In Which I find a dose of humility in a broken zipper and Encouragement at the Conference.

I rode into Grand Rapids on physical and emotional fumes. I wasn’t sure I should be there. It didn’t make financial sense. Writing and speaking is not the most profitable endeavor in the beginning stages. Investing in myself..can make me feel guilty. Sometimes.This was one of those times. It was iffy from a husband’s health perspective. He’d just had another…

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The Cost of Integrity, The Value of a Cupcake.

“SCREEEECH” I (Unfortunately) recognized the sound as soon as I heard it. It was the sound of bumper scraping bumper. Even worse? I was turning into a parking spot at one of my places of respite the bookstore.  I was also on a mission…. the mission did not include my making a poor choice of parking spot and subsequently causing…

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Margins, Marginal and the Marginalized…. Part 3- The Marginalized- become centralized……

Confession: There are people that I purposefully hold at arms length. Okay- maybe more like football fields’ length.  Ummm…. Marathon’s length? Continents’ length? Let’s just say I steer as far away physically (or, at least as far away emotionally) as I can. They are quite literally Marginalized in my life. I push them as far from the center of my…

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Margins, Marginal and the Marginalized Part 2: Marginal.

I never got in trouble for what I doodled in the margins…. it was always what I scrawled in the middle of the page that caused the problem. No, I wasn’t writing scathing book reports or running an underground newspaper in elementary school. I didn’t blow the cover off the faux meat lunch room cover-up or create a tabloid laden…

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When is Advice, Criticism? Whenever it’s unsolicited. (Which means- way too often- Pretty much.)

As soon as the words flew out of my mouth- I wished they were attached to a cord so I could pull them back in like a rogue kite. No such luck. Instead, they flew out and attacked like one of those battle kites in “The Kite Runner.”  It probably would have been less bloody had the words been tipped with…

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Engaged- Connected with Commitment

I remember the the heat of a summer’s day sun radiating from the primer black paint of my boyfriends 1961 Ford Galaxie as I hopped up on the hood to prepare for the “surprise” he had for me. Even parked under the tree in front of his parent’s house- that car was h-o-t. I briefly wondered whether you could get…

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Follow the Leader or, Not.

I white knuckled the rails as I stepped onto the wooden, wobbly bridge. I looked down. It’s elevation of 18 inches felt more like 18 feet. “Don’t fall. Don’t fall.” I chanted with each tenuous step. The chains that held the bridge groaned as I made my way across. Tiny beads of sweat formed on my 10 year old forehead.…

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Up a Hill with Jack and Jill re-claiming my confidence

She tripped walking to the stage. The red and yellow fisher price record player was just big enough to make her already awkward steps, even more so. Not a great start. Still, she smiled. She turned the knob to wind the player. “tick tick tick” “raaaaaatchet” and then placing it as near the microphone as possible, she put on the…

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