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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...

On Perspective, and Resurrection

(Easter is mostly over, and my newsfeed is awash in scrubbed faces, pouffy dresses, and coordinating outfits-of which I am a willing participant, don’t get me wrong. But there is still time for a meditation on Resurrection Sunday, because truthfully we celebrate year round. Written last Sunday, technically). I’m tucked in the corner of a wooden pew in a small, brick-clad Anglican church in Knoxville, TN. My children, my wild ones, make quiet reflection an elusive, tantalizing goal on Sunday mornings....

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...

Parenting Idols

(I wrote this a few weeks ago … just now linking up here because I want you to hear me.)  PARENTING IDOLS I have a confession to make. I made an idol of my children. More accurately, the idea of my children, and my expectations of who they would be. I just knew, thanks to my loving yet firm hand, that they would exhibit first time obedience and perfect church behavior. We would homeschool, of course, with charts, and they would be...

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...

Love Baghdad. Love Anyway.

(Every time I went to write this, fresh tragedy was overtaking my social media streams. And so this may be old news in this heartbreaking season, but it still matters.) It feels like the world is on fire – and in the dog days of this summer, I am burning from the inside out. It’s an odd thing to be standing in my white skin and the capital of the United States of America and feel like the other. Some days...