When I was girl, my family took an old blue bedspread to the Capitol lawn, where we listened to military bands play music that hung in the air with the summer humidity. We ate fried chicken with the marble dome looming behind us. Pillared porticos lined the green Mall of our National Capitol in ...
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Thanksgiving: How to talk Turkey when life gives you a hog
The year we ate a hog in the jungle for Thanksgiving, I learned the holiday isn't at all about grandma's house, family recipes, pilgrims, or even turkey. But I do love turkey and all those things. A lot. I love having a full heart with easy reasons overflowing into gratitude. And once I've turned ...
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Lovers and Leavers: How to help change be good
I’m not sure if it’s harder to leave or be left. When was the last time someone left you? When was the last time you left? A job, a relationship, a place, a church, a ministry, or a direction? Was change joyful or painful, clear or shocking? Did you choose it, or was it thrust on you? Did it come ...
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Prodigals: When a Good Kid With Good Parents Does Bad Things
No one enters parenthood in hopes their child will grow up to turn them away, push them away, or run away. But sometimes they do, and it breaks a parent's heart. Parents don't hope for Prodigals. That means that a week ago, on Mother's Day, a lot of moms grieved a painful relationship with a distant ...
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The beauty when the saints come marching in
It’s a beautiful thing when the saints march in. Not just any saints. Gray-haired saints. These have walked longer roads, endured more suffering, and persevered for more contentment than those following behind. In a world that loves the young and exalts the new and less tried, it’s still profoundly ...
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