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For Margot

My friend Margot lost her fight to breast cancer last weekend. We weren’t currently in touch, and I won’t claim we were best friends, but Margot was one of those souls who made an impact on people. I am no exception. The last time I heard from her was in December. The cancer was in…
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Magical Moments on a Park Swing, or Why My Memoir is a Coming-of-age Story

Do you remember adolescence? You remember the angst, probably. You remember the awkwardness, the unrequited love, the rage you felt toward your parents, the acne. But do you remember those crazy beautiful moments? How all it took to feel like you were at the edge of the world was the right song on the radio,…
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Vulnerability Vs. Over-sharing

I’ve learned the difference between vulnerability and over-sharing the hard way. I look back at my college years and shudder. My memory of those first few years in college were an over-sharing fest. Put a bunch of sheltered, horny Christians trying to navigate their first steps in adulthood in close-quartered dorms and mandatory weekly “spiritual…
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To Those Who Don't Go To Church

Yesterday, I took my family to church for the first time in a year. I sprung it on Joe and Georgie in the morning after I enjoyed my last bite of the crispy pancakes they made me for breakfast. “Alright, get dressed. It’s Mother’s Day and we are going to church,” I said. Joe looked…
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That's Good Enough For Today: Anxiety

Sometimes the anxiety comes and seizes me and I feel so small against it. Something little will trigger it, a worry about the future, a regret of the past, a disappointment in the present – and out of nowhere I’m having to practice Lamaze breathing in the middle of Starbucks. Once it descends, I can’t…
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When Your Faith Doesn't Move Mountains

The gypsy had a layer of skin where eyes normally should go. He also had stringy hair with yellow flakes falling out, and a dirty unbuttoned white shirt. His home was made of cardboard, and his kitchen was a fire pit. The least we could do was heal his eyes. This was my second Teen…
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Do you remember?

This one is for those who have fallen away from a charismatic faith. Do you remember the days? The days the Holy Spirit was an intimate force in your life that spoke to you. Sometimes it whispered for you to approach a stranger and bless them with a few dollars. Other times it quietly, but…
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Domesticating God

My friend Caris Adel is a gifted storyteller and I am so excited to share her words with you today for our series on From Grape Juice to Red Wine. I so relate to her journey of finding a God who is not contained to a book. Do you? Read the piece first and then…
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My Husband is Not My Spiritual Leader

Here is a little timeline of my attitude toward the concept of husbands as spiritual leaders: Ten years ago: “I just really want a man who can be my spiritual leader. And I hope he plays the guitar.”  Eight years ago: “I broke up with him because I just can’t see him as my spiritual…
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My Husband is Not My Spiritual Leader

Here is a little timeline of my attitude toward the concept of husbands as spiritual leaders: Ten years ago: “I just really want a man who can be my spiritual leader. And I hope he plays the guitar.”  Eight years ago: “I broke up with him because I just can’t see him as my spiritual…
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