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Day 27 – Flinching At Life

Art by messycanvas  bumped from the archives   I jump when they say, “Boo!” Why does my heart race and I feel alarm even when laughter has covered their faces, and I feel no shame in having been gotten? This fear, where does it come from?  ***** It comes from sitting on the toilet and…

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The Privilege of School Choice

  I don’t talk much about the fact that we educate our kids at home for lots of reasons, but one of them is I’m very aware that it’s a privilege.  Choosing to use that privilege, especially now that we’re in a new community where the choice takes on greater socio-economic implications, makes me uncomfortable….

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A Tender Thaw

  I’m guest posting for my friend Kelly today on coming alive and how painful it can be.  Here’s a little snippet (and also why I bawled through Frozen).   Be honest.  Be vulnerable.  It’s home group, small group, community group, so it’s safe here.  This is how you build strong friendships.  Real community, the…

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We Moved 850 Miles to Find Life

  We’ll build new traditions in place of the old ’cause life without revision will silence our souls -Sleeping At Last   The tall ceilings and golden wood floors call to me.  It’s a southern brick house with columned front porch, bedrooms in the attic, and transomed windows.  The kind of house that we’ve always…

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God Has A Plan, and Other Useless Advice

  He interviewed for a job today.  An interview we thought about turning down.  Because the salary turned out to be much lower than the advertised amount. But how do you turn down what you need?  So we crunched the numbers, and surprise, surprise, realized we could live on less than we thought.  We could…

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Shedding A Faith

  I have been formed by a culture of newness.  Even my existence is a testimony to the strength of the Shepherding Movement, and the only dead theologians I knew of until I was an adult were C.S. Lewis and Martin Luther. It was my two years at a Lutheran school that cemented the belief…

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