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A Different Kind of Fear for When the Anxiety Takes Over

I was on the couch with Josh the other night when it happened. Out of nowhere, a memory began to play untriggered, like the movie reel we were sitting there watching. And the words started spilling out of me. So much so that I was suddenly bored with the movie and went upstairs to scribble...

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Embracing a New Identity After the Death of a Business

A funny thing happened on New Year’s Eve. I’m usually not one to be given over to jealousy as I do the social media scroll. But the flood of “look at what God has done with my business in the last ten years” posts started to get to me. Hard and fast. In that sucker-punch...

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The Last Eleven Months: 10

These words are part of a collection of writings from the final months of our ten-year-long journey of delayed fertility. In them, I’m pulling back the privacy-curtain and taking you inside the pages of my prayer journals to give insight to those who have not experienced infertility, and hope to those neck-deep in the lonely-midst of it....

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My 5-Step Quiet Time Formula (plus Go-To Resources!)

September is already half-gone, can you believe it?? We’re neck-deep in my series on falling back into a quiet time routine, and this morning I shared with my newsletter subscribers how, exactly, I fell into mine. It’s a topic I also talked about with Mary Marantz, a good friend of mine on Friday afternoon. (Lucky...

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It’s a Girl!

Last weekend, our closest friends filled our home to the gills for a good, old fashioned BBQ, and to be there with us the moment we found out the gender of our third miracle babe. All night, people asked me what I thought it was. I kept to the safe answer, too scared to say...

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