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Continue reading →: Circles, Boundaries, and FriendshipWho Is in Your Circle? A circle has no beginning and no end. It exists to contain, to protect, and sometimes to keep things out. A circle can be a boundary and a hug at the same time. It defines space, creates safety, and holds what matters most. I recently…
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Continue reading →: When the House Goes QuietI saw a post today on Facebook that said, “The biggest myth about marriage is that love alone is enough.” That is so true. Love begins a marriage… but it doesn’t sustain it. Commitment, forgiveness, and choosing each other every single day – those are the things that keep a…
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Continue reading →: When Love Wasn’t Enough and Prayer Had to BeWhen I look back, there is no season of motherhood that pressed me into prayer quite like the teenage years, though parenting adult children certainly gives it a run for its money (but that’s another story for another day). The teen years were beautiful and exhausting, sacred and stretching, often…
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Continue reading →: I Thought the Teen Years Were Hard—Then My Kids Grew Up ⭐Parenting Adult Kids When I was the parent of teenagers, multiple teens at the same time, I might add, I truly thought those were the hardest years. There is so much growth packed into that season. Teens are learning self-control, discovering who they are in the world, figuring out how…
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Continue reading →: What I Learned as a 19 Year Old WidowWhen people find out that I was a widow, I almost feel like a fake. I don’t even know if that makes sense to anyone but me. I think it’s because I have a stereotype in my mind of what a widow is supposed to look like. I think of people my…
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Continue reading →: The Pressure to Be “More”An encouragement for the woman who looks confident but feels unseen From the outside, some women look like they have it all together – smart, capable, polished, confident, able to walk into any room and seem like they belong there. Maybe that’s you. Maybe people look at your strengths, talents,…
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Continue reading →: I Wasn’t Raised This Way — and That’s the PointOne of my favorite ministries I have ever been part of was the Ladies Jail Ministry. I’ve shared with the women there many times, “But for the grace of God, I would be sitting right alongside you.” I recognize these women – not by name or face, but by their stories. Trauma?…
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Continue reading →: The Statistic I Was Supposed to Be — and the God Who IntervenedWhen I say that I was a statistic, I can still hear those words echo in my head.I had all the markers of one. I lost my father before I was old enough to know I even had one. I grew up in a home riddled with loss, divorce, single parenting,…
