Faith

Keep a loose fist.

When I was a little girl I was quiet and pensive; given to staring into the eyes of adults rather than answering their questions. When I was littler still, I hid myself behind the skirt of my mother. My mother. The prettiest, most wonderful creature. She sometimes wore a silk scarf and her dark hair made me feel silly in my yellow head. I liked to look at her, I watched up at her while she brushed her hair. It…

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Faith Life

Desert Rat

I’m going to tell you stories. In the desert where I was a child, the wind stings like anything. A desert dust devil would whip up and send all of us racing across the softball field to escape the sandblasting of sharp grains of sand into our tender calves. Everyone’s hair was a mess all of the time. Everyone had seen that one teacher’s underwear, because she wore billowy skirts that go clean over her head in a gust. There…

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Faith Family

Barefoot. Pregnant

Name: Amy Marquis Occupation: … Domestic Engineer … Employee: Self Pay: zero dollars and zero cents Years Employed: 17 When I was sixteen I was in my garden in the foothills of California, hacking away at the thick red earth with my hoe. I was determined to clear that patch of land of the many rocks and soften the unwilling clay into something usable if it would kill me. I was exercising my demons. One row from the end I…

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Faith

Bruised Theology

I have a bruised theology. That is to say, I have learned how to get down on the ground right where the dust is in my teeth and wrestle with God till I come out of it all in bruises. No answers, no real relief, just the purple and black marks and the remembrance of the hot contention. Life for me, and I suspect for some of you as well, has been a string of dark pearls composed of the…

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Faith Writer's Corner

Finding Reckoning and Hope in the Waves: an Easter Message

Today’s post comes to us from contributing writer and woman of grace, Janna Gallagher. I’ve always loved the ocean.. walking along the beach as the waves crash into the ground.  The ocean has long been a place of healing for me- the reckoning of the greatness of a power more magnificent and fierce than I can comprehend with the joy and peace that it brings to my soul.   I believe that there is a point at which you come…

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Faith Life

A Letter for the Broken

You are seen. You are not alone under the soil and darkness, I am lying beside you. I am with you right now. I have been buried before, and I will be buried again and again so that you are never alone. You can scream; scream my name. You can sleep; I will send you a moon to light your way. …

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Faith Writer's Corner

Finding our Way Back Home

I am both a homemaker and a homeschooler. So, most of my time and energy is spent between the same four walls with the same three people. And while I love both my home and the people in it, there are plenty of hard moments and days. On the hard days, doubt creeps in. Do I really belong here? Am I doing what’s best? Maybe I should send the kids to school and go back to work. Why did I…

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A Mission without Margin

This mission without margin requires that we step out of the pages of all the Christian-mommy literature and devotions and meet this pandemic head on, leading our children to pray for healing and peace and real-life miracles that point the lost undeniably to God. …

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Garden

Grow Where you are Planted

By the looks of all that is ahead of us we probably still have at least 30-60 more days of this. A sunflower can grow from seed to almost bloom in that amount of time. Be like a Sunflower. Start where you are planted, and grow into something new. …

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