Tag: Jesus
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Whose Right Is Right?
Rage. Fear. Anger. We’ve all got them. They’re interconnected. They show up when we’re feeling misunderstood, hurt, ignored, invisible. When pain is our current reality. Sometimes they come out when we’re tired and overwhelmed by life. Huck, at almost two, spikes a little rage when it’s near nap time and he’s not getting his way. When he’s…
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Don’t Forget To Breathe
A day. A breather. A respite. I’ve been in Atlanta for a couple of weeks helping Melody and Chris and baby Sloane–a treat and privilege beyond what I could have imagined. I leave early in the morning for Austin to be with Mark and Jillian and their two boys for some Nana time. Right…
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Happy Independence Life?
Independence Day. America’s birthday. Freedom to be us as a nation. Freedom to tell others, “You’re not the boss of me.” I understand independence. Anyone who’s ever grown up understands independence. That deep desire to be and do what we believe is right for us. As a nation, we came together as people who’d been misunderstood, unappreciated,…
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Why Wait When Whining Works?
Waiting is the pits. Anticipation doesn’t always stir my heart with exhilaration. Whether it’s the expectation of time with a special person or the excitement of a long awaited event, time passes with the slowness of a crippled snail. Not a fan of slow snails. I’m in Atlanta, awaiting the arrival of Sloane, Chris and Melody’s daughter. The…
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The Fearsome Fuss Cycle
I sat with grins galore as I watched Tiffany try to feed Brooklyn. Brooklyn, at six months of age, has already demonstrated that she’s an independent thinker. Her parents have been trying for quite some time to get her to eat people food. Not steak and fries, mind you. The pulverized, looks-like-it’s-already-been-chewed kind of food. Veggies and fruit that look…
Tip of My Iceberg 