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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...

A Goodbye Letter

On Tuesday, May 3, my husband’s dear friend of twenty six years took his own life. Even separated by time and distance there are people whose threads are so woven into our  every day moments that they exist there almost unseen, until suddenly, the thread is cut. The story ends on this hunk of rock, all sin-scarred and grief laden. In an instant, the picture is irrevocably dim. Robert Knox Mitchell, Esquire, was my husband’s lifelong friend, and so the Husband knew him best. It was...

For You Who Have Loved Your Sisters

On this Thanksgiving, this day of joy and thanks living, we are sprawled around the home bearing the scars of our growing up and full to bursting with our memories. I have two sisters. (And a brother, but I’ve already told you about him.) We are sowed over the space of four years and we carry the same notes of DNA all written in a slightly different tune, the each of us. Between us, there are eleven babies scattered across fourteen years and...

Holy in a Hotel Room .. {My Allume}.

There are six of us in the hotel room, a motley crew, these women. Introverts and extroverts, farm girls and city dwellers, and even one who has a love affair with tweezers. And it’s late and there might be a bottle of wine (or two) on the nightstand and us, who love words and breathe stories, we are a-tellin’ them with raucous laughter and every now and then a hushed moment between Christ-followers. Four of the crowd are mothers or...

An Open Letter To My High School Youth Pastor

An open letter to my high school youth pastor. {But really for all of you serving the Kingdom who wonder if perhaps you serve in vain}. Dear Dane, We haven’t talked much in sixteen years. But I see you. A sower of seeds, a servant in the Kingdom. Toiling faithfully through all seasons. Knowing that the appointed harvest time may come in a day, a week, a month, or even another lifetime. And this Kingdom work {was} is hard, and...