Transfiguration and Beauty

Last year, I wrote about picking my son up from the nursery after our church’s Ash Wednesday service. I was ripe with pregnancy. And not in the good way. I was ripe in the “my due date is in two days” way. I wobbled, waddled and winced (in that order) while I made my way [Read More...]

{Practices of Parenting Carnival} In Which I Believe in Family Dance Parties

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My family had one living area in our three bedroom ranch house. It had a shiny brick bench in front of the fireplace. It was a perfect place for a stage and served as one pretty faithfully for this girl obsessed with her own performance skills. Most of my best moves were done while I [Read More...]

The Host Raised

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One of the things I most love about the intentionality of liturgy is how suddenly it can catch my throat in worship. Lately, though I’m always moved by words in music or scripture, it’s in the physical movement of worship that I am most reminded of God’s sweet presence, that I hear most loudly the [Read More...]

For Brooksie, upon his turning ten months old.

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You turned ten months old last Tuesday. Almost every other month of your living, we’ve celebrated the 16th with a photo and a little “Happy X month birthday, T-Rexy!” This time, I didn’t even notice. I was waiting all week for the 19th which, amazingly, I thought was your 10 month birthday. It didn’t even [Read More...]

I’m thinking “Pretty Christmas”

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Oh yes, I wish I were crafty. I have a mother who is crafty. And a sister-in-law who is crafty. So many of my friends are crafty-baby-hat/baby-sweater-knitters. Last night I sighed dramatically on the couch next to Chris and said, “Maybe I could learn to knit.” My husband raised his eyebrow. And not in a [Read More...]

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From last year. How do I have that shirt on every time I post a picture on this blog?

It’s always a little bit awkward to tell people it’s your birthday. That’s because their reaction to hearing such a thing (if they didn’t already know it) is either pity or guilt. I don’t want strangers to feel sorry that I don’t have any one to celebrate with me. I also don’t want friends to [Read More...]


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