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We squeezed into our airplane seats, Ben poking eagerly at the seatback video screen. The familiar safety instructions started and I turned my gaze to the window as we rolled…
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“You’re Bill’s wife!” she exclaimed, holding out her hand. “And what do you do?” “I stay home,” I replied, mentally kicking myself for feeling foolish. “That’s the hardest work of…
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I roll over, open my eyes to a new day. My heart breathes thanks, and I notice it again: a lingering song. I have awakened to a phrase or a…
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Under the eaves I sit, watching the rain wash the darkness. Knowing it breaks and nourishes the ground it fills, cleansing in its course. A breeze cools, fingers my hair.…
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Here in the far northern part of the U.S., spring arrives in a rush. Mere days after leaves start to appear, small and tightly curled, they burst forth, transforming the…
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I watch the sun sink beyond the birch and maple, grateful for lingering light on these almost-spring days. Soon the bare branches will bud and green, crowding the sunsets over…
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I told the old, old story again this week. The one about how Jesus came to us, and why. The one that tells us we are seen and loved. Pursued…
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Logan presses his face to the window, searching the darkness. He stands on the couch, pushing the curtain aside, pointing. “Moon, moon,” he says, clapping with joy. On warmer days…
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My son Ben played his heart out last weekend. He and his teammates went to our state’s Special Olympics floor hockey tournament and came home with bronze medals. (Lest you…
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It’s been a long time since I’ve mentioned it…… Every month I send an update on life here, fun things about Ben, books that I’ve been reading and Scripture that…

















