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The Telling Thing

  My unseen actions and attitudes, this is the telling thing. Lord, turn my face toward you today, that I might be faithful in every thing, especially the small and seemingly insignificant. Where there’s no earthly accountability, help me still to take the next step in devotion to you. *My graphics are always free to […]

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When Someone Close Needs an Avalanche of Hope

  When I said “Come sit on the bed,” she just planted her legs straight like prison bars and asked why. I patted the comforter next to me and mustered up my best impression of a mother who has no intention of giving up. She plopped down heavy with a sigh and buried her stone […]

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4 Things We Can Do *Today* about Racism

“Racism is the most common sin in the world.”  -Rick Warren On my thirty-fifth birthday, I made the front page. “Good Samaritan injured in carjacking.” Accompanying the headline were two faces drawn by a police sketch artist based on my recall of the previous day’s attack. Two boys, late teens, Hispanic. One’s face broad; the other’s […]

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When You’re Tempted to Despair

  When life feels uncertain, I’m drawn to the pinnacles and edges of the earth. To mountaintops and seashores. And I think I know why. If you’re feeling like me, barely hanging on by grossly neglected fingernails, I hope you’ll read on. Our family’s riding out a storm. Back in late fall, a chronic illness […]

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What Makes Today Holy

Here it is, my first whisper-quiet, blank-canvas Saturday of 2015. The family still sleeps, and there’s a smoothness to this return to normalcy after all the holiday bustle, the houseguests, and the winter sicky bugs. Like a glassy mountain lake at dawn. What Pandora playlist could be worthy to fill this sacred stillness of my […]

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Rabbitbrush on the high desert

What Matters More than the Choices We Make

In September, my high desert world turns all golden. It starts down low, as the native grasses go to straw. Then seemingly overnight, yellow tips appear on the rabbitbrush that superabounds in our neck of the woods. And now, twice a day—at seven in the morning and again at 3:30—a school bus grinds to a stop […]

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