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On Fears that Halt, and a Life That's Full

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Those of you who know me really well (or...at all) know that I have been plagued by fear for most of my life. Well, most of my teenage & adult life. I've talked about it here before, this fear that sits and waits for the moments when it can come out and try to squeeze the life out of me. 
And it's been fear of everything it seems like, from the little (am I dressed right? will I say something stupid?) to the big (will they like me? what if I mess up?), and to the gigantic (what if I miss what God has to say? what if God decides He doesn't want me anymore because I screw it all up?) 
Me and God, we've worked through A LOT of these fears. Truth, community (even distant!), counseling, and His infinite grace have worked wonders, y'all. 

But this summer I realized there's an aspect to this fear I haven't completely considered. There have been a lot of times over the last decade or so when God has laid something on my heart that was going to change my life. I mo…

A Break to Listen

If you aren’t aware, there’s a bit of the unknown in my life right now.  
Because of this place I’m in – out of necessity, really – I’ve been asking myself (and God) a lot of questions about purposes, dreams, places, and who I am. That last one seems to be cropping up a lot lately. And it is that question which has brought me here today.
Last week I was talking with a friend about my recent trip to Chicago. Just to be clear, here’s how that trip happened: I’m in a Facebook group with a bunch of women from all over the country. One of them – who I had never met – posted about this conference (the Justice Conference) her organization was taking a group of women to, and there were some open spots. I emailed her, said yes, and booked a plane to Chicago…where I was picked up by another girl driving in from Michigan and then spent the weekend learning and loving and adventuring with 9 other women from different states whom I had also never met before. When I was leaving and my parents ask…

Summer Camp Time Again!

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Friends, it's time for our summer kids' club again!

This will be the 3rd year we've been in this neighborhood for the summer, and we're excited about it!

We'll be in the same neighborhood, but we're hoping to have one day a week at the park where we have been, and one day a week in our complex. This will allow us to meet even more of the sweet kids and families who are our immediate neighbors. We're still working details out with the office, but are very hopeful everything will work out :) 


Last year, y'all were AMAZING with support and resources. I cannot even begin to thank you or tell you how much it means to have each of you behind us, praying for us, and supporting us. I've said this before, but without you, we wouldn't have been able to do this last year. All of the snacks and art supplies and books y'all donated helped us -- and continue to help us --in so many ways. Because of your constant support, I wanted to update you on this summer…

Over the Cliff

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In the middle of Prince Caspian, there's a moment.
Lucy has seen Aslan, but no one else has, and Aslan's told her she has to follow, whether anyone else does or not. Fortunately, they all agree to go with her. As the set off, she's the only one who can see Him, and she's leading everyone else. 
"He led them to the right of the dancing trees -- whether they were still dancing nobody knew, for Lucy had her eyes on the Lion and the rest had their eyes on Lucy -- and nearer the edge of the gorge...for a long way Aslan went along the top of the precipices. Then they came to a place where some little trees grew right on the edge. He turned and disappeared among them. Lucy held her breath, for it looked as if he had plunged over the cliff..."
Recently, I feel as if I've been following Jesus and He's disappeared, plunged right over the cliff.
********************* Last fall, I began thinking about words for 2017. I love the idea of claiming words for certain…

When you want to scream "STOP!!"

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A few weeks ago, I went to get a haircut -- an event I love because it is sooo relaxing. But it never fails that I overthink it & become a ball of  nerves. Every. single. time.

I went in and told the stylist -- who I trust because I've been going to her for a few years now -- that I wanted something a little different, with more definition & movement, and she got started. There always come a point in every hair cut when I feel like the stylist is cutting off too much. I panic and start to wonder where all my hair is going & how could I do this & ohmygosh I'm going to regret this. Didn't the stylist hear me? I didn't want that much cut off! 
This time, when that happened, I just watched as well as I  could, and while I was sitting in the chair, I started thinking about life. Sometimes life is like that haircut, and there seems to be a lot of cutting, changing, and moving that's not always easy to understand. 
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Yesterday, I re-watched …

A Day Without Immigrants

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Yesterday was A Day Without Immigrants.
A day when immigrants -- and possibly also people who supported them -- didn't work or shop. They marched and stood with each other for things our country once valued: freedom, opportunity, and open doors with a welcome spirit. 

We had a lot of students out of school, and I live in a majority Hispanic neighborhood. 

Today I received a note, which I'm sharing with full permission of the sender, who typed it so it would remain anonymous. 


My heart broke, and I started to tear up. 
Their children are our students -- our children, our future. 
They are our neighbors and our friends. 

It is irresponsible and terrifying that in America, our neighbors are treated this way. None of our children should be afraid to go to school, afraid to walk outside, afraid their family will be gone when they get home. None of our families should have to worry that one of their members won't come home at night because of where they're from, their culture, or t…

On Lice and Love

I teach. And I have lots of neighborhood kids around pretty regularly. 
Which is fantastic, but does come with one teeny, tiny, little hazard:

Lice.

I despise lice. 
Immediate itching begins upon the mere mention of them. They're creepy and crawly and hard to get rid of. My basic feelings are: UGH.

Earlier this year, one of the lovelies I see on a regular basis was discovered with lice. The day after said child had been leaning all over me and playing with my hair. 
I mean, a lot of lice. I don't think I can explain to you the depths of the lice. 

As soon as I could, I was at the store with lice spray, shampoo, laundry detergent. Anything I could possibly need to rid myself of any chance of the lice, I had it. Because y'all? I have a lot of hair. And it was all up over that child as they leaned against me that day. 

I tied my hair up as high as possible and washed all-of-the-things and clothes in my entire apartment that just maybe could have been contaminated. Literally sitting i…