Month: February 2014

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Feb 27, 2014

How the small can slay giants

He was in his pajamas, my own little boy was, and we had gotten the Bible story book. Starting at the beginning, going one at a time, we settled in,

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Feb 25, 2014

Moms, give yourselves some grace–no one’s perfect

It’s a Saturday morning. We are still in our pajamas, as is our wont, starting the day real slow. I glance over at Little Schrock, a cozy, little cat in

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Feb 20, 2014

How to walk (with His hand on your back)

“She makes me laugh,” he says, distressed. Mama listens. “And then I get in trouble.” Pressured sigh. “I’m behind on my work. I have so much work!” I nod. “She

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Feb 18, 2014

Olympic feats of the everyday need their own events in Sochi

It’s been coming for weeks. Snow, drifting, piling, packing and plopping. Faster than one can shovel, it falls, burying mailboxes, cars and, in one reported case, a smallish, sluggish, decaffeinated

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Feb 17, 2014

When you’re going “through,” what to do

Trials and hardships and fire come to test us. And weren’t many of us walking like that? A classmate, now widowed. A friend, divorce looming. Someone else, single parenting. And

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Feb 14, 2014

On Valentine’s Day, you are loved

Congratulations to Barb Snyder, winner of this small, caffeinated American mama’s favorite coffee, Salted Caramel! Thanks for participating. It’s Valentine’s Day (as though you could miss it). In the coffee

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Feb 13, 2014

For you, the Son breaks

This post was written in the glorious light of the springtime sun. Today, the sun breaks golden on The Three, casting diamonds aglitter o’er the snow-encrusted land. And Father’s heart,

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Feb 11, 2014

Divine appointments include pie, old friends in Pinecraft

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBloggerWhat a business trip that was. And what a sight for sore eyes. Or wait. A sight for frostbitten eyes is what it was. I nearly felt bad announcing it.

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Feb 04, 2014

You’re not done until you’re finished (cheering Kelly)

It was May 1985. In a warm church sanctuary on a Friday night, 11 teenagers vibrated with excitement. In the pews behind them gathered family. Friends. Coworkers and bosses. Grandparents,

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