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Cheater art journaling
For a while now, I’ve been fascinated by art journaling, and altered books. But when I’ve looked into how to do it “the right way,” it just sounds too complicated. Gesso and paint and pastels and and...
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easter lilies
I’m walking through the garden when tears spring into my eyes. I don’t know why, until I realize that I smell Easter lilies. Resurrection after death. Redemption after pain. I am missing home this...
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Easter Monday
The Chronicles of Narnia are my favorite books in the world. They were the first books I ever bought with my own money, when I was in 7th grade. I have read them aloud to my own children so much that...
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Credo
God delights in you. There is no way you’re an accident. There’s no way you’re a mistake. And there is no way, no possible way, that you are unloved, uncherished, unseen. Whatever else is going on in...
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I put my hand over my mouth
I am not especially good at living with paradox. It’s too disorganized for me. By definition, there are no straight answers or to-do lists. I want to think it all through, box it up with the correct...
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these little wonders
So I was thinking about manna this week. How it appeared to feed those who needed it, in the right place, at the right time, just the right amount. How it couldn’t be kept or hoarded. How you had to...
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Pentecost Sunday
We just saw The Avengers movie the other day–Iron Man, Captain America, The Hulk, Thor, and a couple of others I can’t remember. They all have some kind of power that kicks in right when they need it,...
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The elder sister
This summer I read Tim Keller’s fabulous little book, The Prodigal God. (I’m giving you the Amazon link so you can go right straight there and buy it right now.) TK says about a thousand new and...
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breakfast at mcdonald’s
Last Friday I had breakfast at McDonald’s with a bunch of my chicas from Solomon Islands days. And my friend Martha (red shirt, no scarf) had brought along some photos from another breakfast at...
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i don’t want to be a hero
This week, the C. S. Lewis fan page on Facebook served me up with this little gem of an article. Yes, folks, long, long ago and in a galaxy far, far away, I was an English major, so I am sometimes...
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