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Trading Palms for Pines, Part Three: A Healing Conversation

It’s impossible to articulate the kind of mind-wrestling that has taken place these last six weeks. The constant back-and-forth and checking in and “do we? Don’t we?” questioning and pros and cons lists. When it came down to it, we had two choices: we could believe God to make a way where there was no...

Trading Palms for Pines, Part Two: The Midnight Musings

Last night was restless. Our babe was in bed with us by 10, restlessly whimpering every ten minutes from an unknown sleep-interrupter. My legs were pregnancy-restless. And my mind was moving-restless. Or maybe it was analytical-restless, taking all these mixed emotions and turning them upside down and sideways, trying to find a way to compartmentalize...

Mercy Like Morning: It’s Launch Day!

It’s now the end of the day for most of you. Most “experts” would say that this post should have been pre-written and scheduled weeks ago. But I wanted to wait – to first sit in the holiness of this day, deciphering the emotion, processing the accomplishment. And then to post about it. My alarm...

from the ‘gram

I’ve been reading a lot of things about pruning lately (and not because I’ve been looking for it). A devotional here, a blog post there, a subtle and underlying repeated pattern of pruning tucked away in my journal. Four weeks ago, it was strawberry plants and picking off the blooms and making the backwards decision...

Trading Palms for Pines, Part Three: A Healing Conversation

It’s impossible to articulate the kind of mind-wrestling that has taken place these last six weeks. The constant back-and-forth and checking in and “do we? Don’t we?” questioning and pros and cons lists. When it came down to it, we had two choices: we could believe God to make a way where there was no...

Trading Palms for Pines, Part Two: The Midnight Musings

Last night was restless. Our babe was in bed with us by 10, restlessly whimpering every ten minutes from an unknown sleep-interrupter. My legs were pregnancy-restless. And my mind was moving-restless. Or maybe it was analytical-restless, taking all these mixed emotions and turning them upside down and sideways, trying to find a way to compartmentalize...

Mercy Like Morning: It’s Launch Day!

It’s now the end of the day for most of you. Most “experts” would say that this post should have been pre-written and scheduled weeks ago. But I wanted to wait – to first sit in the holiness of this day, deciphering the emotion, processing the accomplishment. And then to post about it. My alarm...

from the ‘gram

I’ve been reading a lot of things about pruning lately (and not because I’ve been looking for it). A devotional here, a blog post there, a subtle and underlying repeated pattern of pruning tucked away in my journal. Four weeks ago, it was strawberry plants and picking off the blooms and making the backwards decision...