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Bittersweet

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bittersweet

My little girl got her ears pierced today.

It felt like a “rite of passage” of sorts. Like somehow the hole in her ear bridged a gap between the little girl she used to be and the young woman she is becoming. There are times lately when I look at her and the transformation seems to happen in the blink of an eye. I’ll be looking at her and see the little girl I know and then suddenly she’ll catch my eye and take my breath away as the young woman I don’t know yet.

She’s my baby. I think it’ll always be like that with her. Every new achievement is somehow laced with a degree of sadness over what will never be again. It’s all just a little bittersweet.

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We don’t need another Mother Teresa

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mother teresa

Have you ever gone to your closet in anticipation of putting together a fun outfit only to find yourself in the same spot 10 minutes later still staring at the same options? There have been times when I have thought “If only I could run to Target quick.

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Lean In

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Lean InPulling the covers up tight around my daughter’s face the way she likes them. Just her little wide eyes and the very top part of her nose peeking out. Tucking the blankets up and under her feet, making her all snug and cozy. I lean in and whisper to her how thankful I am that she’s mine. Leaning in, I kiss the top of her head as I say a prayer over her. In that moment He whispers to my heart: I want you to lean in to me like you lean in to her.

But leaning is kind of personal. A certain amount of vulnerability comes with it. After all, we don’t tend to lean in to people we don’t know all that well. Or trust all that well.

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The Road Ahead

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Road Ahead

The other day I was enjoying a long bike ride. I headed out not really sure where I was headed.  I just knew I had to get out of town and into some woods where I could breathe some fresh air. Where my thoughts could get lost in the song of a bird sweetly chirping. It was as if my soul was calling out to me to connect to something bigger. Something pure.

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True daughters of Sarah

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fear and anxiety

Unanxious and unintimidated.

These two words don’t necessarily describe me. I’d like them to. I’m working on it. I’m just not quite there yet.

I’ve spent far too much time feeling anxious. I hate even admitting that, but it’s the truth. My heart starts racing, sometimes my palms get a little sweaty. Thoughts start swirling around in my head and at times I begin to actually feel physically sick. A knot begins to form in my stomach. The skin around my neck and shoulder area gets all red and blotchy. Ugh. Just writing about it is making me feel anxious!