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Love Each Other {Story 8 of 40}

Click here for the backstory. Most of all, love each other as if your life depended on it. Love makes up for practically anything.  — 1 Peter 4:8 I didn’t want to sew on his new Bobcat patch. I didn’t want to do the extra load of laundry for her basketball shirt the next day. I didn’t want to make the treats for his classroom. I didn’t want to go shopping for band concert clothes. I did it anyway. I chose love. I didn’t want to clean the stove. I… Read more Love Each Other {Story 8 of 40} →

Slow Down for Fresh Strength {4 of 40 Stories}

Click here for the back story. As a lifelong Hoosier, I get a little snarky about this whole spring your clocks forward and miss an hour of sleep thing. (Indiana was one of the last states to succumb to Daylight Saving Time.)  As if we can actually “save” daylight. No matter what we do to the clocks, we have the same amount of daylight. It’s not something we can stockpile. When Stephanie was five, I found her sitting in the timeout chair. Steph spent quite a bit of time in… Read more Slow Down for Fresh Strength {4 of 40 Stories} →

Chose Love {3 of 40 Stories}

Click here for the back story. “You don’t always like your daughter, Ruth.” My mother’s words comforted me.  “Really? You mean it’s okay that I don’t like being around her?” I didn’t want to sound too hopeful. I could barely speak the fact in the first place. I didn’t really like being around my six year old. I felt wretched. I’d never met a kindergartner I didn’t like. Until I met my own daughter. “It’s normal,” my mom responded. “Nobody likes their kids all of the time.” I hung up… Read more Chose Love {3 of 40 Stories} →

Rescued {2 of 40 Stories}

Click here for the back story. I know what it’s like to have prayed so long for a baby that you can’t pray for it anymore. I know what it’s like to desperately want to be a momma and then to want it even more. I know what it’s like to give up all hope of being a momma. It can make a person sick. And then it gets worse when your husband tells you, “Maybe kids aren’t something for us. We can be happy, just the two of us.… Read more Rescued {2 of 40 Stories} →

A Small Offering {1 of 40 Stories}

Click here for the back story. By the time I was 12, I thought I knew exactly how my life would turn out. The highlights included: A job as an artist or a writer with a creativity that quickly produced masterpieces with ease. A husband who liked sports, dressed in suits, and walked in the door by 6:00 pm with a loosened tie and a briefcase. (A home cooked meal was waiting on the table.) Two children, a little girl with my curls and a boy with his eyes. An… Read more A Small Offering {1 of 40 Stories} →