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Taking Hold When You Cannot See

He sat behind me in the Boeing headed west. Perhaps “sat” is not the right word. He didn’t speak, but I felt him rummaging about. Occasional kicks and pushes against the back of my seat let me know he was there. Little boy noises. Restless, “get me out of here” stirrings. And then I saw […]

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How Taking Hold Makes All the Difference

I was alone, or at least I felt that way. Women huddled in happy clusters chatting about first one thing and then another. Some propped babies on their hips. Others clutched Bibles in their hands. Most wore smiles on their faces. I wore one too. But it wasn’t a reflection of what was in my […]

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Whose Voice Will You Listen To?

Last night was the end of March Madness when the UNC Tar Heels lost to the Villanova Wildcats by two points in the NCAA men’s basketball championship game. (If I were you, I might stop reading right now, but don’t. Keep going.) I’m not much of a sports fan, even though I attended the University […]

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Changing the Ending to Your Story

My friend Bonnie and I followed the GPS along winding back roads of Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I had been speaking at an event in the area, and felt drawn to this place I’d come to know as Amish Grace. Horse-drawn buggies with bearded drivers clippitty-clopped in front of us as if it were just another day. […]

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When We Ignore the Warning Signs

It’s been hard. Really hard. These past five weeks have taken their toll. I’m amazed at how such a little thing turned into such a big deal. Ever been there? One word turned into a world of argument? One decision turned into a downward decline? One email turned into an erased relationship. One mistake turned […]

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Where is God When Women Feel Forgotten

Yesterday I blogged over at Ann Voskamp’s A Holy Experience. I thought you might enjoy the post. I hope you feel as loved as you are. She was beautiful. She was bright. And she was mad at God. I sat across the table picking at a salad and trying to digest Jan’s words. Her startlingly […]

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