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What Did You Call Me?

My husband’s work takes him away all summer. For the better part of four months, I am the official fort-holder-downer. I wipe the bums, mow the lawn, fix the sink when it clogs, groggily navigate 3am bad dreams (why do they always happen then?), and referee every fight. The sun rises and sets on “Mommmmmmmmmy!!!!!!!” By the end of this year’s season, I was running on fumes. My … [Read More]

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Finding My Way Back to Joy

“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is … [Read More]

Why Do We Need Joseph?

Last year my youngest daughter refused to play with the Joseph in her Little Tikes nativity set. “Mommy,” she asked me, one hand on her hip, the other clutching … [Read More]

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Wretchedly Familiar: When Life Feels Unfair

Wasn’t it just two months ago that I wrote about lament in this space? I checked, friends, and yes, it was. In September. Today, I find myself needing to return to … [Read More]

Glory Happening: An Interview with Kaitlin Curtice

I don’t know about you, but as soon as the calendar turns to November, I start thinking about holidays and Advent and all of the wild and sweet moments that make up … [Read More]

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The Red Couch: Making Room Introduction

We came back from living in the Middle East with countless stories of the kindness of strangers, many stretching themselves beyond their means to care for us. Like the time we insisted we didn’t need sodas, knowing we’d be the only ones drinking them as the … [Read More]

When You Can’t Return

I’ve always been drawn to the prophets in the Bible. Moses. Esther. Abraham. Deborah. Joseph. (I consider him one.) Each one with such unique stories, woven into the fabric of the history of our faith. I wonder if they knew their journeys would be so lasting. … [Read More]

Holy Hindsight

In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. According to Luke, the days were an unprecedented blur. The emperor called for a worldwide census, the first of its kind. The leadership in Judea (and every other … [Read More]

Pregnant with Heaven

When I was a child and teenager, preparing for and expecting Jesus’ imminent return was a popular topic in the Christian circles I was in. I understood that I was supposed to eagerly anticipate it, because that was the right thing, but the precursor to Jesus’ … [Read More]

Hijab

By Kaitlin Curtice | Twitter: @kaitlincurtice “There are all kinds of courage,” said Dumbledore, smiling. –J.K. Rowling One day while shopping at our favorite international farmer’s market, Eliot grabbed my hand and led me to the chocolate and candy … [Read More]

In Which I’m Pretending to Be Close to God

White blades sliced the sky as a field of giant windmills pounded the air, their arms ambling round and round in rhythm. We were beginning our bi-annual night drive from the Midwest back home to Colorado. Our three kids were clad in PJ’s and snuggling stuffed … [Read More]

I Long for the New Earth

“I’ve been painting since I was young,” my five-year-old recently told a friend. My friend and I laughed about Bea’s tendency to frame her life experiences as though she were an old woman, looking back over the years. She loves phrases like, back in the day … [Read More]

Return to Your Rest, O My Soul

It wasn’t like I stopped loving God. It was more like I stopped liking God. God had disappointed me, and I didn’t know how to make it all straight in my head. I continued to pray and seek God’s will. To obey. And it was honest. There was nothing false about … [Read More]

What are you turning toward?

A lot of people I know are healing in a wide variety of ways. I am, too. Some of us are finding their way forward after a radical shift in faith, a broken relationship, a shattered dream. Others are discovering their voice for the first time, leaning … [Read More]

Loving Our Younger Selves

It was cold and overcast on our daughter’s Gotcha Day. We drove away from the adoption agency in a small, navy blue van with another adoptive family. Our little girl rode on my lap, still unaware of what was happening. She went from playing with the new toys … [Read More]

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