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I am a Citizen of the World, So This IS My Fight

I started 2017 in silence. I caught a monster cold and lost my voice completely for the first two weeks of the year. I am a talkative person, and I felt the loss keenly. I started to get bits of my voice back the third week of January, but even now, weeks later, I don’t sound like myself and I’m just starting to get my singing voice back. I know there are benefits to silence … [Read More]

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What’s Next?

On a Sunday morning one January in 2013, the central marketplace in Burundi exploded into flames. By the day’s end the hub of the local economy melted, ending the … [Read More]

Blessed are the Overdramatic

There was once a country who believed nothing bad would happen to them because they were a special nation, blessed by God. They were prosperous, proud of their … [Read More]

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All That We Are

We are thin lines of orange that arc then bloom at the horizon and as birds warble and stars dim We rise We are clouds billowing above the silent … [Read More]

Rest in Reason, Move in Passion, Rise in Love

The awakening has started, there’s no denying it. The drowsy are stirring, the young are rising, and the resistance is forming. I saw it in the streets of … [Read More]

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The Red Couch: PROPHETIC LAMENT Discussion

For a good portion of my life, I didn’t think that lament belonged in the church. Christians, I believed, were happy-clappy, smiling-all-the-time, “I’ve got the river of life flowing out of me!” type of people. As I’ve written for SheLoves before, the … [Read More]

Thank God for Februaries

I have lost the lid I used to keep on my grief. I cannot contain it. I cannot shut up about the state of my nation. I cannot shut up about the things I am learning and the ways I am being stretched to hold more and more grief. I am undone by it. But I have … [Read More]

Rise Up, Woman, Rise Up

Michelle Obama said it this past summer: When they go low, we go high. Heads nodded and hands clapped and tears rolled down the cheeks of many, as we stood in solidarity. “Lena,” one of the moms on ABC’s The Fosters, said it this way: Sometimes the best way … [Read More]

Love Does Not End

To end love, there is no such a thing. Love is something We Found here. It was before We ever decided to take it up Or to put it down. To end Love, there is no such a thing. Love is a never-ending Circle whose shape is unknown. Love … [Read More]

Arise and Shine

Watch what God does, and then you do it, like children who learn proper behavior from their parents. Mostly what God does is love you. Keep company with him and learn a life of love. Observe how Christ loved us. His love was not cautious but extravagant. He … [Read More]

Trading Swamps for Bravery and Belief

For the last couple months, my oldest has been dealing with a new fear of the dark. He’s the one who’s always been our good sleeper. He started his streak of sleeping through the night early on as a newborn. But now, he’s asked for an extra prayer before he … [Read More]

First, the Tomb

The rain falls steadily, beating against the translucent plastic of the skylight across the hall from where I write. It’s a drumbeat that reminds me that fruitfulness requires dark, wet days. Lots and lots of dark, wet days. Life continues to teach me that … [Read More]

When Grace Sets You Apart

By Anne Dahlhauser | Twitter: @AnneDahlhauser We didn’t wear denim to Sunday evening singings. Or much of the color white any day of the week. We didn’t trade our skirts for pants even when the icy, Midwestern winds blew. We never bought wedding rings. Or … [Read More]

A Survival Guide for the Rollercoaster of Faith

I’m pushing carrots around my plate with my fork, lost in thought after a long and heavy day, when my husband asks, “Do you want to go to church this Sunday?” I snap out of my dark reverie in surprise. “Why? Do you?” “Yes?” It comes out more question … [Read More]

Let it Rest

We occasionally get pre-made pizza dough from Trader Joe’s. My husband always managed to spread it thin. Whenever I tried, though, the lump of dough felt like rubber. And then, one day, I decided to read the package directions. Turns out you have to let the … [Read More]

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