• Planted.

    Planted.

    I heard his thundering voice coming from the garden, met with 6 year old protests. I listened more closely and could hear Ben telling Harlow, “Don’t cut them!” I gazed at the plethora of zinnias, arranged in a row with a pink darting to the top here and an orange…

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  • Sunday.

    Sunday.

    God has a funny sense of humor. For real. We planted a random packet of wildflower seeds last year in two pots on the front porch. The kids watered them and watched for signs of growth. We moved them to get more sun and then back to more shade. We…

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  • Fireweed.

    Fireweed.

    I felt it before I saw it. The searing pain across the tops of my toes. Immediate regret at opting for sandals on the first day warm enough to don them.  I retraced my steps in my mind, attempting to pinpoint the source of the pain. I looked at my…

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  • Like I Thought.

    Like I Thought.

    Just the way I thought he would.  There are a lot of things I dreamed about doing and being. Most of them didn’t turn out the way I had visualized in my mind. But being married to Ben is just the way I thought it would be.  When I leave…

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  • Toasty.

    Toasty.

    The door was cracked just a peek. Warm air wafted out. She bustled about the kitchen, constantly making her way back to the oven to check that the bread inside was not burning.  As a little girl, I recall wondering why my grandmother didn’t just shut the door and set…

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  • Grafted.

    Grafted.

    This past month, we participated in corporate fasting and prayer to kick off the new year. My dedicated time to spend in prayer each day is on my commute. No passing snacks, no changing the song to whoever’s turn it is, no true crime podcast. Just me sitting at the…

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  • Comfy.

    Comfy.

    Harlow passed me a note during “big church.” She doesn’t typically come into the sanctuary with us, opting to worship with her peers. But this day, she wanted to come “hear the music”. We sang and raised our hands in praise. When we settled in for the message, she got…

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  • Seek. Salt. Serve.

    Seek. Salt. Serve.

    You know how you get a thought in your head that keeps bumping around and filling your mind? You try to push it back down but it squeaks its way back to the front? That’s how writing is for me.  I’ve had my hands full for the past 2 years…

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  • Intentional Faith

    Intentional Faith

    I’ve been doing a Bible in a year reading plan…er, podcast, because I don’t have a lot of time to sit and read these days. If yall have ever read through the Bible, you know how wildly exciting the first couple of books are. By that I mean long lists…

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  • Faithful

    Faithful

    I answered the phone to Grey gleefully shouting that the first calf of the season had been born! Harlow and I rushed to the window to see a brand-new baby with its glowing white face shining through the field. Our youngest spunky Hereford had just given birth to her first…

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