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I want to tell you something about that kid who had to cut his dreads to wrestle. The ref is the villain of this story. But the failure is not his. He has been honest about who he is. The failure rests elsewhere. Andrew Johnson is 16 years old. I know 16 year olds. They were my whole career. And I don’t need to … Read More

Dasher

Sisters, we got a puppy. I KNOW. But here’s what happened. Two weeks ago I was driving the kids home from Sunday school and when I got to the intersection where the Humane society is located, I felt the command to turn. “Where’re we going?” Gabe asked. “Let’s go look at dogs.” “Are we getting one????” Annie squealed from the back seat. “Only if … Read More Dasher

From One Jen to Another

Dear Jen Hatmaker, I just finished Of Mess and Moxie. Thanks for the laughs. Like all good books, it taught me a lesson. I thought I should share it, because sharing is caring and all that jazz. You wrote this in Chapter 21, How To (Part Four): How to do the laundry: “8. Remember the darks! Yay, you! Despair at the light load in … Read More From One Jen to Another

I Know Where Jesus Is

An hour ago, I was snuggled up on my couch in the soft glow of my Christmas tree, reveling in how ready I am for Christmas. God has since flicked me in the forehead. Clarissa Pinkola Estes posted this on Facebook. Then CNN. Then I started looking around. Then I was ashamed, and here I am. I know about Aleppo. I know about the … Read More I Know Where Jesus Is

Reap What You Sow

Women have a wound of fear in our spirits. We have it because we are from Venus. We carry it with us, generation to generation. It’s not about men. This is not the fault of men. But we have this wound, from whispered family gossip and front page tabloid stories. We have it when we are large with child and when we are middle … Read More Reap What You Sow

Believe

This is Alejandro.   He’s ten. We met him last year when he and Gabe played together during basketball season. He’ll be mad at me for saying this, but he’s adorable. And a baller. Plays mean defense with his good buddy Alex. But he was gone a lot from practice, and he missed some games. When I finally saw his mom Kyndra again I … Read More Believe

Lest We Ourselves Be Judged

I took the girls out to dinner a few weeks ago to our favorite taco place.  After we got our food and sat down outside, we prayed over our dinner.  As we ate, the girls noticed that bull riding was on the TV.  They had never seen it before, so we talked about why people do it (um, I had no answer), how you … Read More Lest We Ourselves Be Judged

Why You Should Read the Stanford Victim’s Letter

I didn’t want to read it. The injustice is getting enough play on the news. The Stanford rapist who will go to jail for only six months because he’s white and wealthy and the judge felt sorry for him and his dad asked for leniency. That’s all I’m going to say about him, because it’s not about him. His victim, she wrote a letter. … Read More Why You Should Read the Stanford Victim’s Letter

I’m Boycotting the Leprechaun

I’m all about celebrating holidays. And as most of you know, I really love Christmas. We do trees, hang lights, string garland, bake cookies, take Santa pictures, and I cry. I actually cry about how I love Christmas. And I love Easter. We’ve got eggs galore strewn about the house, along with bunnies, nests with little birds in them, and stuffed baby ducks. We … Read More I’m Boycotting the Leprechaun

Tales From the Third Row

The children went very still like robots powered down into sleep mode. The rest of the conversation happened under duress, a cross between “You aren’t in trouble” and “You WILL tell me”.

Hurricane Mama

Why are we changing the rules? Did something happen when I looked the other way? Why do things feel different? Are we ok? This is what anxiety sisters do when the applecart is upset. We ask a lot of questions, rapid-fire. We wait a good 1.5 seconds for answers. When they don’t come, we know this is a sign of the apocalypse. I’m going … Read More Hurricane Mama

Welcome the Stranger

I stopped and started this 12 times, trying to find the right words, until I gave up. My words are not called. We need the words of Jesus. ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me … Read More Welcome the Stranger

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