my window prayer for belonging

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“This is how much God loved the world: He gave his Son, his one and only Son. And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him, anyone can have a whole and lasting life. God didn’t go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was. He came to help, to put the world right again. Anyone…

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almost famous and humiliations galore

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There I was, frantically waving my arms, in my yoga clothes/pajamas, wearing my crazy bed head hair while chasing the trash truck down my street, dragging our giant green garbage can behind me. It was a glorious sight for the neighborhood, I’m sure. “That was a little EMBARRASSING, Mom,” my daughter later informed me. It’s always helpful to your self-esteem to have your seven year old school you on embarrassment, don’t you agree? It’s really…

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old enough

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I promise it’s true: the older we get, the younger we feel. Which is ridiculous, because we remember middle school like it was yesterday, when we thought thirty was old, forty was ancient, fifty was incomprehensible, and sixty year-olds probably need to just take a nap all the time. Our plan was to be forever young. Growing old seemed about as likely as being abducted by aliens or mastering the moonwalk back then. And yet, time itself just kept ticking…

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Homelessness, Miracles at Target, & Needing Everything

By | a year on the front row, article, change, grace, shame | No Comments

Two Sundays ago, the kids and I hit Target for groceries on the way home from church. These days, Target trips go like this for us: The kids run to the toy section together, with the oldest in charge (we all pretend that will go well). I fill my cart to overflowing capacity with every food item that exists in the western world. Then I walk up and down every aisle to see all the…

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a perfect shame

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Today, Mr. Fantastic and I saw our friend on the corner with a cardboard sign in her hand. It’s been a long time since we saw her out on the streets. It was hard to process. And I feel I have to ask you now, what are you most ashamed of? I am beginning to think this is one of the most important questions we can ask one another. I grew up with a sneaking…

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