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Category Archives: real life

on being known

Nine years ago today, I was nervously getting ready for a wedding rehearsal and folding programs with little brown satin ribbons on them. We practiced walking down the old carpet in the tiny chapel and we played it super cool. We ate Italian food in the fellowship hall, with checkered table clothes and garden lights. […]

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in which i don’t want to watch and pray

Every day I learn a little more of how little I know. How little I am in charge of. Last week, new friends (met through our shared consultant at Christian Adoption Consultants) flew to our state when they got the call that their daughter had been born. A month ago, when we exchanged numbers and […]

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waiting on the tide

I stood at the edge of the Atlantic ocean this weekend, sandy toes and pink shoulders – the whole works. Beach combing, looking for sea glass and shiny shells and I noticed that just beyond the shore, where the waves were breaking and rushing over the sand, there was rock. Solid and long – all […]

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happy eight years(ish)

Mid-November, we will celebrate eight years of epic disagreements, leaving cabinet doors open and dishes in the sink overnight TO CONGEAL INTO NASTY THINGS, not putting the laundry away in a timely manner, arguing over the way we argue, being loud in front of our friends, and bickering in front of my parents. We will […]

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on working and prayer and motherhood

I did not grow up saying, “I can’t wait to be a mom and a wife!” I always assumed I would be, but I wasn’t That Girl who just thought about it all the time and longed for that role more than any other. To be sure, there actually wasn’t anything that I thought about […]

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