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My Thanksgiving Hallelujah

We’d been married 205 days when my body failed my first (un)born. We’d been apart for 148 of those days. My soldier left in the fall, in the brilliance of the dying leaves. He left, and I was pregnant and blissfully naive in the way you can only be when you have yet to suffer real loss. I said goodbye to my husband at midnight in a nondescript gravel lot, with my head tucked up under his chin, breathing in...

Where I tell you about scars.

There are blue stains everywhere.  The cream colored handmade wooden chair that sits at the head of our table. My bathrobe. The guest bathroom sink. I don’t even want to know how many white towels. Maybe a lifetime ago, it would have made me angry. Maybe yesterday. Somedays, I’m not sure. I used to be upset when our stuff would get damaged by the army. Four kids, two rabbits, thirteen chickens, and one shoe-eating rescue dog later, it doesn’t get...

Guest posting: On Election Season

(I’m guest posting today, at Missionary Mama – I’d love for you to stop in.) “THE WELFARE OF GOD’S KINGDOM IS NOT DEPENDENT ON THE ELECTION OF THIS KINGDOM.”  This election season has proven exhausting and mostly discouraging if I am honest with you – I’d like to offer you some perspective. There is no denying the personal impact this election has. For some, it is a referendum on the color of their skin and their place as citizens in...

On Veterans

We buried (another) friend last week.(I told you about him here, but because his desire was to be buried at Arlington with his fellow veterans, the interment ceremony wasn’t until June. Bear with me-it has been a difficult, emotional season and that has been reflected here on the blog).  And while he didn’t die in combat, surely the past decade or so of war was the death of him. And when the guns went off and taps played, the noise shot right through...