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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 :: vol. 8

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...

from the ‘gram :: vol. 7

The closer this book launch creeps the more I feel a sense of accomplishment and get to really, truly, enjoy this feat. Because, I have to confess: up until this point, it’s been tough to enjoy it. There’s been a lot thrown at us these last few weeks. A LOT. All things that have taken...

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 :: vol. 8

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...

from the ‘gram :: vol. 7

The closer this book launch creeps the more I feel a sense of accomplishment and get to really, truly, enjoy this feat. Because, I have to confess: up until this point, it’s been tough to enjoy it. There’s been a lot thrown at us these last few weeks. A LOT. All things that have taken...