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Isaiah stands at the low wooden shelf of the changing table with his chubby hand tugging on the handle of a basket that’s stuck. Unable to get to the books trapped inside, he turns to me whining and fussing to communicate his desire. Seizing...
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Then he said to them, “I am deeply grieved, even to death; remain here, and stay with me.” Matthew 26:38 Snow fell during my March retreat, swirling, driven white upon the spring-green and brown world. Flat and thin, large flakes like communion...
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I was worried that maybe it was a little too late for this post now that spring is officially here, but given that it’s only 35 degrees outside (and windy) and that I wore my coat and hat in the house all last evening, I think we could all still...
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I wrote an essay recently in which I described laughter as a form of prayer and this got me thinking about Sarah’s laughter at the news that she was going to bear a son. The following story is based, loosely on the story of God visiting Abraham and...
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He wasn’t quite three when we told him we were expecting twins. I still carried him on my hip into the daycare he attended twice a week; I hung his coat and put on his shoes and treated him like the baby he wasn’t until I found out the twins were coming. ...
