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  • A year of parenthood. A year of grace. Lots and lots of grace.

    A year ago today, Brooks was twenty-eight days old.  I was twenty-eight days into motherhood.  Twenty-eight days into the biggest change of my life.  Twenty-eight days into a life of unpredictability, heart-wrenching emotion and exuberant joy.   Twenty-eight days.  Brooks was so little.  Everything was so new.  I was so lost. Postpartum depression, sleep deprivation…

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  • Joy and Sorrow. Sorrow and Joy.

    I was tossing and turning, staring at the clock wondering how much sleep I’d get if I fell asleep NOW. Or NOW. Okay, NOW. It was one of those nights… It was a Sunday evening and Adam and I just had the whole week off for a little “staycation.”  We had a great week of…

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  • Whether you win or lose, you wine.

    Almost an hour had passed and I managed three bites of food out of my son.  I tried everything. Toys.  Distractions.  Puffs.  Oh the puffs!  Nothing was getting him to eat what I had prepared for him. He was fussy. I was fussy. The day needed to end. It was 7:30 in the morning. My…

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  • We totally failed, and it was the best.

    There are two photos in our family room from a wonderful vacation we took in the Bahamas recently. You could say they are those perfect family photos, the ones you share on all of your social media accounts. The ones, you know, you put in cute frames and display proudly in your family room.   They…

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  • It is well.

    When you awoke this morning, eyes blurred and arms stretched out, was your first thought for the day, “it is well?”  Sadly I’d say for many of us, it indeed was not.  It is not well.  I am not okay.  This is not the way life was supposed to be.  For many it’s just another…

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  • Walking in the Wilderness

    It’s a lesson everyone agrees with, but one no one wants to go through. To be in the wilderness. To go through the desert. To walk through the valley of the shadow of death. How we get to that place varies in all of us, whether it’s tragedy, a bad diagnosis, divorce, depression, anxiety, etc.…

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  • My pursuit of unhappiness.

    It is now June. I haven’t posted on my blog since February. I guess I could come up with millions of excuses, but there’s really only one reason. My blog is titled Faithful Thoughts. But my thoughts have been hardly faithful over the last few months as I struggle with doubt, trust, faith, and even belief in…

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  • Is Marriage a Cop-Out?

    So much has been said about marriage lately and when you should or shouldn’t get hitched. Not exactly sure why because I think it should and is up to the individual doing the hitching, but there are a certain few that decided to give their opinion on it. Great. I’m glad. It gave me something…

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  • What would your Zeitgeist look like?

    I called up Google and asked them to make a Zeitgeist for me, but they turned down my offer when most of the clips I sent them were of me sitting on the couch in my pajamas. I don’t blame them. What you just watched was Google’s 2013 Zeitgeist. Zeitgeist is German, meaning “time” (Zeit) and…

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  • Jesus Loves Porn Stars

    BuzzFeed tells us a lot of things. And sometimes they are flat out awesome stories. Like this story about Brittni Ruiz: Did you know that Jesus loves porn stars? Brittni Ruiz knows this. She was one. This is what I love about Jesus. He doesn’t care what you’ve been, who you are, or what you do.…

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