what is childlike

producing glory

Seen: Him drinking milk and eating every bite. His feet taking on the likeness of my Daddy’s. Unseen: The generational tugs at the soul. A fry pan’s temper learning to cool at the mention of God and the transforming heart. Seen: A Coca-Cola truck, mud, nasty clothes, another chore, a little boy flying, a little [...]

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It’s today!

I wake up this morning – a thirty year old zombying toward the coffee pot, my good good husband sitting at the dining room table working on lawyerish things, and my boys sleeping beneath the hum of a box fan. It’s just a regular morning-glory, are-we-out-of-toilet-paper, dishwashing day, and I am thirty, and I am [...]

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for my upcoming thirtieth birthday

I can feel it coming – the clocks click round and round, and we like to think that because they’ve been wound or batteried, they won’t come to their final halt, our whisk into unmeasured time. I can feel it inside me, August rolling in like a glamorous wave before another and another and another. [...]

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the girl and the Genius

My firstborn, with a shoulder sunburn and radiating roses on his face, is not well acquainted with pain, so his big cousin coaches him with his thoughts. Sophia is nine. She has known multiple hospital beds, scary chest sounds, needles and nurses, so she says, “Isaac, when you hurt, all you have to do is [...]

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