| May 9, 2012 |
Walking Through Fire |
I slouched in my chair absorbed in a book when Micah interrupted my concentration with his mindless chatter. I heard him blabbering about whatever was on his three-year-old mind. Something pressed within me, so I set my book down. A |
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| April 25, 2012 |
The Driver’s Seat |
The road sign flashed its yellow lights adamantly at our minivan as we rolled by, “Snow tires or snow chains only.” It was a little late for that warning; we couldn’t go back now. Our new family vehicle was packed |
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| April 18, 2012 |
Just in Case |
My blonde hair was becoming damp beneath the weight of the covers piled high above me. There had to be a least a foot of fluffiness on top of me while I was sleeping, just in case a bad guy |
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| April 6, 2012 |
Challenge Day Four: Good Friday |
I read today each gospel’s account of Christ’s trial and crucifixion. I was pained while reading them. I can only imagine how each author felt when re-living the events as they wrote it in astonishing detail. The crowd stood watching |
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| April 5, 2012 |
Challenge Day Three: The Rooster Crowed |
A sickening screech from the gut of the Rooster pierced the hour of reigning darkness as Peter continued sputtering curses while saying, “Man, I don’t know what you’re talking about! I do not know the man!” Immerging from the blurriness |
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| April 4, 2012 |
Challenge Day Two: Bad Hair Day |
This morning, I was multitasking a bit. While sitting in my chair finishing a cup of coffee, I was reading my Bible to my left, burping Judah over my right shoulder, and cuddling Micah, who just couldn’t stand to sit |
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| April 3, 2012 |
A challenge…Will you accept? |
The dust had barely settled on the road into the heart of Jerusalem from Jesus’ triumphal entry riding a young colt. Branches lay littering the pathway, broken, trampled by the crowds from the previous day. Echoes of “Hosanna!” “Blessed is |
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| March 22, 2012 |
Paradoxes |
I was standing at the baggage claim in the Salt Lake International Airport, trying to keep our four suitcases in an upright position and Micah, my 3 year-old son, by my side all the while carrying my 9-week-old infant in |
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| February 16, 2012 |
A Super Blunder |
Super Bowl Sunday had proved to be an epic day for me. After church, my wonderful husband, Britton, gave me what every mother with a three-week-old newborn and three-year-old son dreams of…a nap. Not only did he take care of |
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| January 10, 2012 |
Forever Waiting |
For approximately 38 weeks/ 266 days/ 6,384 hours I have been waiting for the day when my second son, Lord willing, will enter the world and rest in my arms. When I think of all the praying and tears involved |
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