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The Day I Found Twenty Seconds of Courage and Went Back

I didn’t even know his name. Not until the day he died. He was a coach at my kids’ swim school. Not their coach, but always at the pool at the same times. I’d talked to him a couple of times (or rather, him to me) as he walked up and down the pool and… Continue reading The Day I Found Twenty Seconds of Courage and Went Back

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Love Like my Aunt who ate a Vinegar Cake

I’m a good baker. Cook, not so much (I mean, do people really have to eat a different meal every single night????? Come on. Couldn’t we skip dinners altogether? Have cereal for dinner? Every night?). But a good baker. At least, most of the time. Amidst the cakes I’m incredibly proud of are a few… Continue reading Love Like my Aunt who ate a Vinegar Cake

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Sometimes you have to Go Back to the Beginning to See How Far You’ve Come

Back when I was eighteen, I went on a mission trip to Brazil with Teen Missions International Australia. It was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. (And, side note, if you’re a teenager or have teens interested in missions, I would very highly recommend going on a TMI team.)We had a few… Continue reading Sometimes you have to Go Back to the Beginning to See How Far You’ve Come

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Cakes, Bakes and Expectations

It’s funny the things God uses to teach us – little comments kids make, songs on the radio, a poignant line from a movie, pain. One of my biggest God-lessons lately has come from a cake. Yep, a cake. Last year’s birthday cake, to be exact. I cried my eyes out over this particular cake… Continue reading Cakes, Bakes and Expectations

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Five Loaves, Two Fish and a Mom (who was probably sick of making lunches)

Cereal is my friend in the mornings. School lunches are not. Not that I hate making lunches or anything but, well, between the nut-free rule cutting out my kids’ favorite spreads, the Queensland heat knocking out a bunch more options and plain fussiness knocking out the rest, finding something (read that as anything) to put in the… Continue reading Five Loaves, Two Fish and a Mom (who was probably sick of making lunches)