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On Bouldering and Being Brave

We went bouldering on Friday. Accidentally, because that’s how I fall headlong through our life these wild and wooly days. Second son shouted from the top of every rock, “It’s so beautiful up here!” And insisted on winking at me in almost every photo.Darling Girl insisted on jumping off or over every obstacle in her path, adamant that I not steady her. Wee Man took a running start over the edge of a boulder, only to break his fall with his sister’s kneecaps....

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...

The Month of the Military Child

April is the month of the military child. I have four wild souls populating this space, but my girl, my oldest, she has born the brunt of the choices we make in a way that is both beautiful and heartrending all at once. My husband’s last deployment was two years ago. This one, this one I didn’t think he would survive. (Spoiler, he did.) I hate watching him pack his bags. I hate saying goodbye. I hate watching the children say goodbye....

Tell Me Your Story

I heard it said recently that we should be wary of sharing our testimony. With all due respect … I tell you my story because I want you to know my weakness, and His strength. To recount our moments of fear and grief, grace and joy. To sing a song of redemption.  I just told my story for the first time publicly, to the women I grew up with, to the women who have been praying over me and for me...

On Deployment, and Hard Stories

Deployment is a cornerstone of our story. The story I am working on in book form. Miscarriages. Moves. Deployment. Loss. So much grief. So much grace. I’ve shared bits and pieces of the beginning here in this space, but now I am a wee bit stuck. See, now I have to write this story. And truthfully, eight years later, I am still searching for the right words to tell you how my deployment changed me, as a Christian, as a mother,...