Today. Eldest son got his long-coveted tattoo. He’s in Portland now, safe and sound. Ready to start Year Two of Multnomah University and Season Two of college basketball. While these all spin away from my reach, I am grateful for the always visible hand of our Lord – and a solid knowledge that I have done my best so far. …
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It’s August. It must be spring. And why not! We’re heading into a week of vacation, coming out of a season of redefining “intentional” ( how intentional are we really?). Let’s celebrate renewal … and another opportunity to begin. Today. Tomorrow Eldest Son leaves for his road trip back to the U in Portland, and the excitement for the adventure,…
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Jack sits and draws diligently on a star-shaped sticky note to add to our collection on the window. He’s thankful for COOKIES. Can I have one more? He is softly singing, “Let the Glory of the Lord” as he writes down his thank-you thoughts. As we wait for the last batch of chocolate chip cookies to finish in the oven,…
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Four weeks ago she buried her daddy. A glorifying and Godly-gentle passing of his earthly life into the life we all feebly imagine. Natural and blessed, he went after a long life of honest, beautiful, unconditional, limitless love. But it still hurts. She has always been His Little Girl. His only littlest Little Girl. Throughout the heart-pain of saying Good…
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She moved the pillow to the center of the bed: submission to the truth. He is with Jesus and her life is changed. How can she be happy that he’s gone? How can we celebrate the joy of heaven when we have such guttural pain in our body? It’s the most ultimate choice that we must work through in our…