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When Mercy Comes Running

There’s a sense of “she owes me” that has crept into my giving. I’m ashamed to admit it. It makes me cringe. It makes me want to curl up into a ball and pretend like I’m not me. But, unfortunately, it’s true. The thought slips into my mind and creates a full-fledged story that I convince myself is true. It goes ...

Motherhood: It’s All Grace

Hi friends, I haven't posted for a while as the situation in India with Covid cases spiraling out of control has taken center stage in my mind and heart. It’s been an overwhelming few weeks for all of us who live here. Covid is no longer a headline or an obscure statistic. It’s affecting our friends and ...

The Sanctifying Grace of Inefficiency

Not too long ago, I followed some incredibly resourceful, timesaving ways of managing our home. The system was supremely efficient. My grocery list was organized by aisle, so I didn’t redundantly traverse the same path twice. My laundry was tackled like one of those washing-machine commercials where the clothes fold themselves into neat towers. My family’s ...

When Disappointment Is All You Can Unwrap at Christmas

Maybe this Christmas you’re not feeling it. You’re done being merry. You’re tired of faking holly and jolly. You couldn’t care less about goodwill to man. Things have not panned out for you the way you’d hoped when January 2019 dawned. Situations that looked promising have now been dampened by the reality of the last almost 12 ...

Girl On A Roller Coaster

Fourteen-year-old girls are supposed to be sassy. They’re supposed to roll their eyes at you and slam doors and lose themselves in a world of text messages and teenage drama. They aren’t supposed to be the subjects of blogposts about inspiring individuals. But this kid? This one is different. She’s a teenager who has nothing but gentle words ...

A Letter to My 9-Year-Old Son

Hey kid, We’re at the halfway point. In another nine years, you’ll be an adult. I have no idea how we got here. And, – I don’t mean to scare you – but we really have no clue how we’ll raise you in the next nine either. When you made your pink, wrinkly, wailing arrival into our world, your ...

Under the Cover of Grace

Every afternoon, on my way to pick my kids from school, I pass by a somewhat dismal, two-storey building with a bright blue roof. It has the word GRACE boldly painted across the entrance. Now, let’s play a little game: If you had to guess, what would you say was inside the building? Let me give you ...

Jesus Knows…Yet Jesus Chose

Recently, I was engaged in one of those privileges of being a mom, i.e. taking out the trash from all the rooms. I was pulling out the plastic trash bag when I spied with my little eye a bunch of kiddie vitamins. Not the yummy gummy-bear kind. Nope. No kid in his right mind would sacrifice those. But the semi-yucky, hard-as-rock Flintstone vitamins. ...
MEET SUSAN

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