When All You Want is the Blessing...

On Easter morning my girls woke up early and rushed downstairs. The Easter bunny, (AKA: Mommy), had done it’s work and two brightly colored bags full of blue and yellow tissue sat gleaming in our living room.

Chris and I followed, eager to watch their excitement. “Hold on,” I said. “I forgot my camera.”

As I ran back upstairs in search of my phone, Tenley, my two-year-old, continued to plow through the tissue that filled her bag.

“Stop, Tenley, just wait a minute,” Chris said.

Failing to understand the simplicity

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The Fullest Life

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” John 10:10

If you were to look into my guest room last weekend you would have found a chair piled high with little-girl clothes.

I’m sad to say that if you had dug beneath this pile of dresses, t-shirts, and shorts left over from summer, you would have unearthed my Bible, my current devotional book, and my journal.

As you can probably guess, this

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The One Thing Needed

“And Jesus answered and said to her, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and troubled about many things. But one thing is needed, and Mary has chosen the good part, which will not be taken away from her.” Luke 10: 41-42 NKJV

It’s 7:30 am on Sunday morning.

As I sit, and think, and pound out words, I wonder at how seven whole days have slipped by since I last sat down to write.

I am learning this about myself: The longer I go without writing, the further I feel from

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Finding My Rhythm

About a month ago I had the pleasure of attending the Breathe Writers Conference in Grand Rapids, MI.

When I got home from the conference, I was challenged to find “my rhythm” or, in other words, a specific and consistent time of day to sit down, gear up and write. As a mom of two young children, my writing time is sandwiched in here or squeezed in there and is sporadic, at best.

Hopped up on magical conference “mojo,” I decided to try, for one week, to find my rhythm

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