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“Where we stumble and fall is where we find pure gold.” Carl Jung My husband and I were talking the other night about life and winter with four kids, about parents in transition and crisis, about waiting on pins and needles and credit-cards for our much...
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Every day, while driving my daughter to kindergarten in a van stuffed with four children that were wrestled, wrapped and carted out one-by-one, I saw him. Sometimes on the way to school, sometimes on the way back home, he appeared on the edge of the...
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(Tuesday was my thirteenth wedding anniversary and in the wintry slump of sick kids, it was tempting to feel a little discouraged. And yet, there remains, between my husband and I, much to be encouraged about. This post is for my husband, whom I...
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The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. John 1:14 a Every day after their naps I carry my one year old twins down the stairs, one on each hip, like a hulking maternal weight-lifter. Pausing in the kitchen, I lean them over the counter one at a...
