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After the birth of our now 14-year old Larsen, I experienced several years of secondary infertility. Losing our first babe and then the miracle of our oldest son, we wondered if perhaps we would have only one biological child. I remember those years. Lars would lay his little hands on my tummy and pray, with …
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When I was a girl, I often read biographies. Helen Keller, Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr. and Mother Teresa stand out the most and I can still remember the shape and smell of those library pages and where I was when the ideas shook my little spirit from side to side, waking me up …
"When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come along with her also weeping, He was deeply moved in spirit and troubled. "Where have you laid him?" He asked. "Come and see, Lord," they replied. Jesus wept. Then the Jews said, "See how He loved him!" - John 11:33-36 Like you, I live …
Last week while hiking, my husband and I saw a man in black speedo-like underwear and a straw hat walking through a cactus field, tapping with a slender stick the almost ripe napoles, three scraggly dogs marching in a line behind him. We hardly blinked. This morning I passed a stately white horse--the tallest horse I have …
You, my effervescent beautiful little girl, are appointed to become a woman one day. I think on this often and there are some things I want you to know. Really know. They have been my revelations. May they become your declarations. You were first imagined in the mind of God and thrust into human …
After seven months of living here in Mexico, I finally hit culture shock. Slammed right into it. Literally. Being a mother and a wife with the inner compulsion to tend to my family and walk them well through their phases of adjustment, I came in last place to the inevitable. We know the textbook definition …
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It is time I write down some of my observations of living in Mexico as my fresh eyes are becoming more accustomed to the culture around me. So, this is for my own records and for many of my friends who have asked me what life is like here. For many of you with young …
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The plight of women and children here in Mexico and specifically where we live in the Puebla/Cholula area breaks my heart. Yesterday alone I was approached in my vehicle by 3 women and 4 children (under about the age of 8). One woman was about 8 months pregnant with three beautiful brown snotty-nosed children trailing …
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Mothering is all about disciple-making. Take that element out of the equation and what you have left is at its best is ooey-goey nurturing and perhaps the production of good citizens and a relatively healthy family environment where you've kissed boo-boos, kept them fed and clothed and ensured their academic potential and even …
Because these are the things I want to remember. The little things that might actually be the big things... Me: C'mon with me Doctor Anders to the hand doctor. Brush your teeth, change the shirt you have now worn for three days in a row, tie your shoes, make sure you have underwear on and …
Last week, I did a bit of grocery shopping alone. If you are/have ever been a mother of young children, you understand how delicious this is to linger in the car with your own uninterrupted thoughts and then emerge to be able to actually acknowledge the world around you. It makes a parent feel rather …
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On Monday I went to a local para-church ministry to meet with the special health program administer. This is a service that helps non-insured, low income people not eligible for Medicaid (such as myself) get coverage for medical care such as surgeries. For the several months I have had a ganglion cyst growing on my left wrist, …
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My first book came out over three years ago. I have been thinking about the life of this book and how it has formed mine. I turned in last minute edits for Running a week before I went into labor with our girl. I finished writing it the year I started homeschooling our boys. I look …
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Our son Larsen spoke at all three services in our church last Sunday for Youth Sunday. The Thursday before he came to me after his personal prayer time and said, "Mom, let's have Dad text Pastor Tom. God wants me to speak this Sunday. I want to launch a prayer attack!" We and so …
I don't often have time to sit down at any screen for any length of time. My emails pile up, facebook drains me in about 2 minutes and I don't watch any TV. I posses a geriatric phone that takes a good five minutes to compose a text and blogging well, I feel with my book out and all …
From mid-June till almost the end of August our little family spent over 140 hours in a mini-van together, traveling 6,000 miles through fourteen states and even up into Canada. We slept in cabins, cheap hotels, trailers, apartments, farmhouses and urban neighborhoods. Three days before our scheduled departure date, we still had no money to go. But …
In March after ten years, we returned to Mexico to serve as a family for two weeks. Ben spoke to the students and staff at Puebla Christian school where he attended for six years, 23 years ago. Here I wanted to give you a peek into the heart of my amazing husband through his words. …
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* This post is about my travels to Central Asia to minister to women this past fall. For security reasons I cannot mention the name of this predominately Muslim nation. When I was about five years old and sensed that my Creator was calling me to Himself, I ran. There was a world map hanging in …
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Here is just one of my reflections from this past summer of support-raising. We traveled through parts of Florida, Louisiana, Alabama, and Texas with God’s provision of protection, endurance and remarkable connections with new and old friends. The stories of His grace and lavish love in the lives of so many blessed us. We know Him more now …
