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the reluctant hostess: guest post at (in)courage

Excited to be featured on the incourage.me blog today.

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advent meditation

We are waiting for so many things, aren't we? For healing. For joy. For peace. For heaven. Whether it's right on the surface or deep in our souls, we feel the longing for all to be really, truly well.

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the truth about welfare

The distance between poverty and "self-sufficiency" is a no-man's land. It's two steps forward, three back. And there are more enticing reasons to hang on to the help when you can get it than to kill yourself to stand on your own two feet.

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when it’s time to burn the past

It's good to remember what you were rescued from so that you never return to slavery. It's good to remember who cared for you when you couldn't take care of yourself.

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dear mom who is trying to do everything right

I remember reading the list in the What to Expect Book carefully and following every detail. Like I was making a lemon meringue pie. Or replacing the water pump in a car. I had never washed a newborn before! I needed detailed instructions.

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dear mom who feels the darkness

May Your unfailing love be with us Lord, even as we put our hope in You. Psalm 33:22

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dear mom who wishes she could home school

Still, the beautiful ideal to me is a hard but simple farm life and a dining room table school. But that's not my life at all . . .

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dear mama who worries

I think every mama on this Monday morning will say a prayer. Whether she believes in God or not. Because someone has to watch them. Someone, please.

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a season of sharing the work

What is it about sitting in the presence of someone cooking a fresh meal that soothes?

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on the occasion of my 100th post

There's a lot to read on the world wide web and so little time to read it. So thanks!

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17 things I say to my kids that I really should say to myself

If anyone anywhere very desperately needed to take her own advice, it would be me.

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when you fall asleep writing a title and hit publish on accident

One day, my memory will be even worse. And I will be the lady with the cats and the books and the unruly garden, living on spinach dip and tortilla chips and feeding Dave TV dinners.

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beginning again and again

"In dishwashing, I approach the moral realm; there are days when it seems a miracle to be able to make dirty things clean." -- Kathleen Norris

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a Sunday verse for October beauty

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don’t give up your day job

All the work I am called to do lends itself to the art of writing if I listen and let it.

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a book for all seasons and an invitation to share

I really want to squeeze in a little chat about books. And I'm hoping you'll join me!

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6 shortcuts you learn when you’re always in a hurry

because you can only stay up way past your bedtime so many nights in a row before it all catches up with you.

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shoes for the season

It's kind of amazing what the right footwear can do. They actually made me want it to rain . . .

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a season of uncertainty and certainty

I wrote so many thoughts over the weekend and not one of them is ready for print. Not even on the internet.

I did, however, have a breakthrough last night when I realized the post I had written was the very thing I needed for something else but was definitely not the right thing to post here.

Sometimes, I wish I had written things for people to read when I was so sure, so certain of equations and sums.

If I am this sort of wife then, if I am this sort of mom then, if I am this sort of worker then . . .

But I’m very glad I didn’t. Because now, as much as I may like to think a thing should be this way, or this effort should produce this result, I know outcomes are not always up to me.

Perhaps that is the real crisis of mid-life.

Suddenly, the things you thought were real and true and guaranteed do not turn out as you expected.

The marriage you thought was unbreakable is broken. The effort you put in seems wasted. Children grow up and make their own choices in spite of (and sometimes to spite) you.

I am more reluctant now to open my mouth with certainty. Because what will come of it all is not yet known.

Because the important of yesterday fades as the walk becomes more by faith less by sight. Where I once thought I had a measure of control, I have discovered I have none at all. And the great mystery to me is that the less I am sure of myself, the more I am sure of God.

Because if you ask me if I believe people can change, I will say yes without a shade of doubt.

Ask me if there is hope in the worst of circumstances, and I will say always and never give up.

Ask me if the broken can be restored, and I will say nothing is so broken it cannot be mended.

Ask me how to parent a child, and I will say pray always without ceasing.

Ask me how to keep a marriage together, and I will say forgive.

Most things I write need to sit a while . . . and then filter through life and be worked out . . .

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a solitary space

So here I sit, in the hotel bathroom. In silence at last. Hearing my thoughts. Reflecting . . . . I want to live my season of noise and be fully awake to it.

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a season of fragments

Creating meaning from scattered moments, half hours, and hours takes strength and purpose and vision. It's too, too easy to just languish in the not enough time to do.

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a season of good enough

if you're like me, you really don't have time to do it perfectly. Sometimes not even decently.

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he still talks to me: a birthday reflection

Somewhere along the way, someone told me that if I took the time to listen to my kids when they were little, they would still talk to me when they were older.

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middle age, metabolism, and Monday

I figure I'm right in the middle of the August of life, which is still summer, if you know what I mean.

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our harvest of one

Less of a post, more of a picture.

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hope from a season of despair

On Thursday night I sat at a round table with co-workers and friends in an enormous room, dining on filet mignon and jumbo prawns, and witnessed contagious, hilarious generosity. Just the sort of evening to breathe new life into a tired writer.

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treasure the doing more

Somewhere over the past few years, I've lost a little of the fervor for living the current season of my life. Sometimes, it's wall to wall crazy and I don't have a moment of quiet til after midnight.

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the healing power of daily discipline

We're all in a season of something, we might as well live it.

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note to self: it’s okay to be a writer

Your quiet is good.

Your reflective is necessary.

Your words encourage someone.

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idylls of the cat, or, a brief study of self-centeredness

Sometimes, I think that’s the thing. It's a base instinct: If I don’t fight for my space, if I don’t yell loud enough and long enough, someone else is going to get what’s mine.

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it’s never too late to plant seeds

Sometimes lessons are late and awkward, but we teach them anyway because better late than never is more serious with life than with sweet peas.

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because people do change

34 year old me is desperately jealous of 44 year old me.

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pride, part two . . . or, a sampler of thoughts on arrogance

Sometimes, my "better than" comes from wounds. Maybe yours does, too.

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a swift current of sorrow

I am exhausted from swimming in and out of the current. I long for a boat of bliss, to float above grief, to get out of the river.

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of pride and pompousness, part one

maybe love does not boast means I don't need to prove how much I deserve love

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how do I envy? let me count the ways . . .

Envy is hardest when all is wrong. When all the world has spring and you have winter. Endless, endless winter.

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22 ordinary kindnesses to keep a marriage going

Maybe it’s not the once a week, once a month, once a year date that glues a fractured marriage together.
Maybe it’s the every day . . .

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when patience is a kind of suffering

I wonder whether there is anything that requires more patience than waiting for someone to become . . . "patience" seems inadequate for that sort of waiting . . .

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when you don’t know what to do, try love

Determination only gets so far in the day in day out.
And romantic stubbornness turns cold.

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a funny Valentine: love and fear and staying

If our hearts need to be broken, and if He chooses this as the way in which they should break, so be it.

CS Lewis, The Four Loves

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a prescription for addiction

A little piece of our story made it to the cover of the New York Times this week . . .
That little piece is a drug called Suboxone.

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letting go of leaves

Stick figure silhouettes cling to dangling color that remains . . . dropping one by one . . . leaving them exposed, leafless . . . .
The woods betray us. We are vulnerable.

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a harvest of gratitude

. . . I don't mean just the big THANKS. I mean the little thanks -- for everyday things. The things that we have to dig into to find a reason for being grateful. It's a whole lot harder than it appears.

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filters for our words, part two

This forum is so immediate. Not like the "old days" when reaching an audience of more than a couple of friends was a very big deal and took time.

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right, wrong, and grace

But over the past ten years, God has been peeling. Peeling and peeling the layers of me. And I am confronted often by who I think I should be and who I am.

And why.

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