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Beauty in the process
Sourdough bread has been a beautiful hobby of mine since fall of last year. I began by researching how to make my own sourdough starter, my sister in law joined the journey which made it even more exciting. This process was long, and it took me several tries before I found a starter recipe that…
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Out Of Ash
I do not have the plans for tomorrow, but I know the promise of today.I do not understand how this season will end, but my default is to draw closer to your heart, when mine is in pieces.I may not have the address of our residence in five months, but I have the smells still…
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An Autumn Awakening
You’ve come again old friend, rust covered and crisp. Convincing me to unfold into the change in the air, the darkening of colors merging from light and fleeting into deep and rich. These are the moments when my soul surrenders, to the possibilities of healing, to the hope of a new season, to the knowing…
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The Story I’ll Tell
“The hour is dark and it’s hard to see, what you are doing, here in the ruins and where this will lead, oh but I know, that down through the years, I’ll look back on this moment, and see your hand on it and know you were here” —The Story I’ll Tell, Naomi Raine How…
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You Are Held.
The place where your pain is born, is the exact place where your healing leads you into purpose. “Watch for the bubbles, that’s when you know she’s ready to flip!” —Dad. There are so many things our parents teach us, they cheer us on as we hit milestones from birth through adulthood. They watch us…
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In The In-Between
The time to write about the heavy season doesn’t always come on the other side. It’s not after the waves have settled and you’ve reconciled, found a way through and can embrace again. On the other side isn’t where you find the strength to fight, it’s in between the night and the horizon. It’s where…
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The Arena You’ve Never Entered
The pain of loosing a loved one to a substance you can’t understand is most days, unbearable. You’re clouded with thoughts of, IF only I could have related. I wanted to love you through the pain that made you start. IF only I could have been there, I could have stopped it. The reality is…
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Kingdom Work
It’s the baskets of laundry you load and fold. It’s the warm meals you prepare. It’s the favorite blankets that you know they want, before they ask. It’s the knowing of words not fully formed because you’re with them and you’ve learned what they are trying to say. It’s the “lift me ups” even though…
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Her Name Is Healing
Healing is not always welcomed at the door, accompanied with warm drinks and fresh scones, ready to usher her in from the cold. Often she is shut out, forgotten—like the placemats on holiday— something extra and maybe not necessary. Healing is the very last to be seen because we cloud our days with hurriedness and…
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All of Your Ceiling Rosettes
“ I don’t even know what I’m holding, I just know I’m carrying it.” These words left my mouth as I handed a friend the cup I had grabbed as we rushed off from a table to tend to our little ones, who were in need of exploration in the middle of Union Station. As…
Faith. Women. Empowerment. 