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Offerings at the Heart’s Table

Offerings at the Heart’s Table

So here we are, the last day of the Write 31 Days Challenge. Wow! What a journey for me as a writer. Thank you so much for your encouragement along the way. How are my readers doing? Have your hearts been warmed? Have you been able to partake of cups of God’s grace, truth, and love for the areas where you’ve grown cold? Yesterday in our church group, sweet Judy shared how the day before God told her that emotions…

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Rest for the Heart Exhausted

Rest for the Heart Exhausted

“I’m done! I am sooo done!” How many times did I say this? Countless. Sometimes I would think, Go ahead, lock me in jail. At least there I can be left alone and maybe get some sleep. Once I packed my suitcases (two huge ones) and was ready to leave the next day. Didn’t know where I was going, but I was done. I was calmer the next morning but by then my husband had found places for all the…

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Restoration for a Heart Eroded by Lying

Restoration for a Heart Eroded by Lying

She stomped her foot and insisted she hadn’t gone in the house I had just watched her go into. Or was that me who stomped her foot out of complete frustration? (I can’t remember.) How could one lie so blatantly in the face of evidence clearly stating otherwise? They call it crazy lying and it’s probably the most common behavior SAFE (Step/Adoptive/Foster/Every other nonbiological) parents battle. I’m not sure I know a single SAFE mom who has reported differently. SAFE…

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The Morning Star for a Heart Haunted by Nightmares

The Morning Star for a Heart Haunted by Nightmares

I remember it vividly. I was lying flat on my back, surrounded by total darkness other than the 2 x 5-1/2 foot opening six feet above me. I felt like several heavy blankets had been piled on me. As I looked up at the dimly lit opening, I saw my children standing around it, shovels in hands, nonchalantly but in a cooperative effort, burying me. Even now I have to remind myself to breathe as I recall this dream from…

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Would You Like a Refill?

Would You Like a Refill?

  Sometimes when you sip a cup of warmth, the contents can turn a bit tepid. So how about a top-off of this week’s cups? It’s Thursday, the day I re-serve the warmth shared throughout the previous six days of the Write 31 Days challenge. That way if you missed anything, or simply want a refill, the offerings are here for your enjoyment. And for those who drink til the last drop, you’ll find a link to a generous offer…

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A Pry Bar for a Heart Clutching

A Pry Bar for a Heart Clutching

Have you ever taken the Meyers-Briggs personality inventory? I have, like four times. Once for a job and the others in abbreviated forms as a part of some class at church. I always end up right in the middle on the extrovert/introvert scale—sometimes leaning more toward one side than the other. Interestingly, the older I get the more introverted I become. For the middle two categories I can never remember what I am. But that last area, I’m a strong…

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Assurance for a Heart Protected

Assurance for a Heart Protected

How long did it take for you to build that wall? No, not Donald’s wall. Your wall. That one you’ve erected around your heart. That wall that deflects the pain of another rejection from your child. The one that puts distance between you and friends and relatives who frequently offer criticism masked as parenting tips. The one that puts on a plastic smile when someone compliments your child’s beguiling goodness. It probably didn’t take very long at all, did it?…

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Freedom from a Heart of Unforgiveness

Freedom from a Heart of Unforgiveness

She was only seven but she scared me. She reminded me of someone from my childhood who had hurt me deeply. So what did I do? I didn’t trust her. I was too hard on her. Heaven forbid (or at least Cheri forbid) that my child treat me the way this other girl had treated me all those years ago. Truthfully, that didn’t work so well for me. Instead, I wounded my child. Isn’t it interesting how God can use our…

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Recognition for a Heart Overlooked

Recognition for a Heart Overlooked

You know what? God sees you! Yes, you there hiding in the shadows. You who really didn’t want to put on the dress-up clothes and pretty face and go to church today. Yes, you who wipes a thousand runny noses, washes sinks full of dishes, and regularly stares down innumerable loads of laundry tossed onto your utility room floor. You who just wants to be loved, scruffiness and all. God hears your cry for quiet after your ears have been…

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Reality for a Heart with Faulty Expectations

Reality for a Heart with Faulty Expectations

“I keep waiting for the honeymoon to end!” I could feel her glow over the phone as I concluded my interview with the reference our adoption agency had given me. Six months later I wondered, what honeymoon? Never for a single moment did it show its face. Frankly, I expected things to be tough—that is for the first several months. But I figured it would eventually get better. Our kids would learn to trust; our love would heal their wounds;…

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