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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 water Expansive and mysterious At once hiding, then revealing We rise We are rock faces hardened then smoothed with age Our peaks honed by a hidden strength and burnished by a measured joy We rise We are … [Read More]

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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]

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 … [Read More]

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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 … [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 … [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]

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]

Before Us, After Us

Women are strong. Women are resilient. Women are brave. Women have been nurturing hope, cultivating community, tending to children, binding up wounds, blazing trails, changing minds, pioneering new adventures, breaking glass ceilings, falling down and getting … [Read More]

When You Cling to the Rising

Lately I have been obsessed with things that rise: bread, air balloons, my friend who left her abusive marriage, Jesus Christ. What do all of these have in common? I mean I know they all rise, but why? What is the thing that makes them rise? It isn’t … [Read More]

Rebel with a Shovel in the Schoolyard

I’m a newbie Kindergarten mom. My firstborn just started at the school down the street and I’m slowly learning the ropes of what it means to pack lunches, navigate new social expectations, and play detective to what my daughter does for six hours a day. I … [Read More]

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