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The Light of a True Friend

When John and I first started hanging out, we’d talk on the phone most evenings after I put my children to bed. After my divorce, I lived with a friend who owned a gigantic house. I turned my bedroom into a studio-type apartment—a bed, a round table for the kids to do homework, a couch, and a television for us to have a space for ourselves. In the evenings, I’d turn on Madame … [Read More]

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Flickers in the Dark

We taught Confirmation again this morning, my husband, Anna, our student ministries director, and I. We have done this every Sunday since September of last year and … [Read More]

Inviting Girls to a Global Sisterhood {PLUS: Book Giveaway}

{Leave a thoughtful comment on this post to be entered to win the book, A Voice Becoming: A Yearlong Mother-Daughter Journey into Passionate, Purposed Living} By … [Read More]

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Original Blessing: An Interview with Danielle Shroyer

There are some books that seem to pinpoint something I've been trying to say but just couldn't articulate the words. It's like the author was able to scratch an … [Read More]

Ponder and Protest (Like Mother Mary)

I received my favorite Christmas card this year from D.L. Mayfield. A simple image in black ink on white cardstock of Mother Mary mid-step, skirt hiked up and fist … [Read More]

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The Red Couch: Original Blessing Introduction

It had been nine months since I had become a mother. After a long, grueling labor and birth, my son was born with trouble sucking. So with bleary eyes, I began pumping around the clock while still trying to nurse. I kept it up for months. In the rush and chaos … [Read More]

Do You Know How to Want?

A few years ago I was asked what I want. It was through an email on a list I had subscribed to. I stared at it for a long time. I shut it. I kept on with my day but it would not leave me alone. It was following me. What do I want? I took a deep breath and … [Read More]

Does God Want Mediocrity for Me?

Unpacking boxes after our recent move, I spotted a long-forgotten envelope. On it, I had written my parents’ home address in pencil. Unfolding the paper from the envelope, I remembered sprawling out on the carpeted floor of our church youth room with twenty … [Read More]

Lighter Laughter

By Erin Thomas | Twitter: @erinthomas_123 I was supposed to pick up some appetizer foods for our belated Christmas family dinner. Even in a small Alberta town, people had turned into crazed Boxing Day-SLASH-New Years’ shopping zombies, checking, returning, … [Read More]

Learning to be a Runner

Last night, I told my husband I was going for a walk. I put on my athleisure shoes and set out into the darkness of our street. When I got to the corner, I paused for a moment and then—feeling a little ridiculous—I started to jog. I’m not a runner. I ran in … [Read More]

Let Go and Welcome the Light

A gentle whisper in my ear broke through my early morning dream. I sat up quickly when the sunlight filtering through our paisley curtains cast a crimson glow across my son’s face. The unwelcome light accused me and immediately my self-berating thoughts began: … [Read More]

How I Met Jesus Around a Breakfast Table in Taiwan

Jesus met me on a Wednesday morning, down the stairs of the Exchange Club on Tun Hua North Road in Taipei. Jesus met me at a table set with white table cloths and silver cutlery and the smell of congee and omelets and dark coffee. I was so unraveled and … [Read More]

I Wanted a God Moment, I Got Granola

“Everything in here is for you.” She gestured to the large wooden crate resting on the rustic island. My eyes widened as I peeked inside. Wrapped in brown paper was a freshly baked loaf of bread. Nestled beside it, a large glass jar of homemade coconut … [Read More]

Becoming

I wish I were, but I’m not. I wish I were wise and good and gentle and kind. I wish I were delightful and loving and caring. I wish I were calm and demure. I wish I were gracious and humble. I wish I were chill and even-keeled and steady. I wish I were … [Read More]

A Little Light, Please

I am not afraid of winter. I am a Pacific Northwest stereotype through and through. I wear boots and wool plaid lumberjack coats and slouchy beanies and I trek outdoors in the rain with a grin on my face. I can handle the long, dark days and the … [Read More]

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