“So, in a fitting sense, my father’s laissez-faire attitude had now become fitting for these times in ways he probably couldn’t have imagined: the general rule swallows all exceptions, nothing you do will make much difference, the poor will always be with us. The blackthorns and fruit trees are blossoming, forget-me-nots have replaced the crocuses […]
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Several weeks ago, a friend was sharing about a book she’d been reading and describing the gorgeous cover in great detail: the layered mountains, the deep blue sky, and a spectacular eagle soaring over the peaks. Just as she mentioned the soaring eagle, I randomly glanced out our living room window, only to witness a
It’s been a year and a half since we moved to the mountains. Fairly quickly, my husband and I fell into an easy rhythm. We awake before sunrise, make our coffee, and spend the dark morning hours reading side-by-side in our chairs. Eventually, when the sun’s rays grow too glaring to continue reading comfortably, I
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I recorded my second podcast yesterday with two delightful kindred spirits, and today, I surprisingly awoke with a sore soul. Like the day after a round of heavy weightlifting, I plopped down in my chair early this morning and was instantly reminded of the old soul-wounds I hadn’t felt for quite some time, the ones
Several years ago, it occurred to me that I was living a life I did not wish to be living. I was stressed, angry, and completely un-peaceful. I was constantly frantically rushing, driven by the confines of time as dictated by my calendar. In short, my life felt out of control, or, in other words,
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Every day I pick up the kids from their new mountain school (it’s K-12 and maybe 300 students?), I pass a massive carcass decomposing along the side of the road. Maybe a cow or a bear? I’m not sure. But the thing I find fascinating—and oh-so- delightful—is that it’s remained on there long enough to
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July 2, 2022 My eyes flicker open to the dark outline of a mountain, and I blink repeatedly, willing the looming shape to disappear, yet simultaneously praying it wouldn’t. This inner disparity makes me feel instantly crazy, for the decision to move was mine. I had driven the real estate search (much to my husband’s
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Here—a thought and prayer about brokenness and our need for healing—and there—a thought about what color feels right to paint our future house. If we do not allow our minds to wander without rigidity while in the spirit of prayer and in the presence of God, how would we ever be inspired? How would we
My dad told me this once. For a wheat seed to come fully into its own, it must become wholly undone. The shell must break open, its insides must come out, and everything must change. If you didn’t understand what life looks like, you might mistake it for complete destruction. —The Broken Way by Ann
I’m sitting by the fire in my pajamas at 11:00 p.m. on New Year’s Eve. Everyone is either sleeping or gone. A tinge of wistful sadness settles in with the quieting of the house as I look back over the course of this year. There is a sense of finality with the passing of 2016—another
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