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Have We Misunderstood the Cross We’re Called to Bear?

Have We Misunderstood the Cross We’re Called to Bear?

“I guess this is our cross to bear,” she said to our group of adoptive moms. We all nodded our agreement, somehow feeling comforted by that thought. Have you ever found comfort in defining heavy things in life as your cross to bear? Somehow we believe that trudging through life bowed beneath some cumbersome load is what God has called us to. And if parenting children from hard places is our cross, then we don’t have to blame ourselves, or…

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It’s Time to Sing, Sister!

It’s Time to Sing, Sister!

Last week I directed readers to Lucille Zimmerman who had shared some coping techniques for those struggling with trauma. One of her suggestions: Sing She said that though it sounds odd (the idea, that is), singing actually helps. That suggestion piqued my interest. My dad was a music minister for several years and my mom played the piano. We sang a lot in our home. On occasion, my dad would line up us four little girls on the church podium…

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Limited by Finite Compassion

Limited by Finite Compassion

I’m struggling y’all. A month ago I wrote on Facebook, “Here we are at September already. Wasn’t August a doozy? Muscle-showing between the US and North Korea. Racism and riots in the east. Hurricane Harvey in the south. Drought and fires in the west.” I had hoped September would be better, but it was not. Two more hurricanes, an earthquake in Mexico, and October started with a mass shooting, the threat of another storm brewing in the Gulf of Mexico,…

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It’s Cross-Country Season. Four Tips for Running Well?

It’s Cross-Country Season. Four Tips for Running Well?

A few weeks ago Bob told me about the dream he’d had the night before. We were trying to leave for a trip and he was being slowed down by a myriad of obstacles, including a pool of ice cream. WHAT??? Have you had those sorts of dreams—where you are trying to go somewhere or get a job done, and a thousand things (even good things) keep slowing you down and tripping you up? That’s not a dream, you say. Welcome…

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Jail Is Not My Monkey

Jail Is Not My Monkey

We sat on the restaurant’s patio, lulled by an unusually cool, late-afternoon breeze. Friends drawn together ten years ago by the common experience of mothering adopted children. Over the years we’ve shared challenges and losses, blessings and wins. Even with our kids now all grown, some of these moms are still going through the wringer. One mom, near tears, relayed her heaviness. Her fear that her child might end up going to jail, again. Thinking she was alone in this…

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What Mom Gets a Labor-Free Day?

What Mom Gets a Labor-Free Day?

Welcome to September. In fact, Happy Labor Day. Labor Day, you say. The holiday that honors laborers with a day of rest from their long hours of back-breaking work. Are moms included? Who else slaves like I do, 24-7-52? A day off? I wish! But it’s not gonna happen. The little one has a runny nose; bickering tongues need silencing; school starts tomorrow; and stinky heaps of whites, lights, and coloreds have engulfed the laundry room. Somebody, slap a hand…

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My Tongue Needed a Fire Escape

My Tongue Needed a Fire Escape

I have a confession to make. Believe me, it’s not an easy confession. It’s confession of a sin I’ve never heard other moms confess—which leads me to think I was a really, really bad mom. Can you tell how hesitant I am to admit it? But in learning to deal with this horrible habit, I learned a very important lesson I’d like to share with you. My confession: I used to swear at my kids. (Cringe.) Because I still feel…

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Souvenirs for the Soul: When You Have to Stay Home

Souvenirs for the Soul: When You Have to Stay Home

I wanted to go! Oh, I wanted to go. But the Lord said, “No. Not yet. Not this year.” It was the summer before my junior year of college. My church denomination offered a summer missions program for college juniors and seniors. I so wanted to sign up and see where I might find myself for ten weeks. I did get to go the next year, to Anchorage, Alaska. But for the summer of 1983, the Lord told me to…

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