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The First Stone–The Lake
Looking out my kitchen window, I see some of the rocks laid around our pond. It started here. Whether I was in the kitchen looking at the pond, or whether I was actually down at the pond, I can’t remember. I just know there was something about the pond that caused me to ask this question, how did I get here? We all ask that question at some point in life. For some, it’s the catalyst that determines what we believe about who we are and whether we were created by someone or simply appeared. It’s one of the great questions of life, and it was no different for me, even after I thought I had it all figured out.
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The Fourth Stone–Val (Part 3)
For a while, Val had not only discipled me but counseled me. I was going to professional counseling here and there, but Val was my friend and sounding board outside of that professional setting. Still, there was a deep current running within me, unresolved hurt and misunderstood views of God. My relationship with him was…
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The Fourth Stone–Val (Part 2)
Between the move, the sharp adjustment of financial challenges we faced going from two incomes to one, welcoming a second child, accepting that child as one of the most colicky babies our friends and families had ever seen, and the surfacing of my own trauma in the form of postpartum depression, 2015 proved to be…
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The Fourth Stone–Val (Part 1)
God has been generous to me again. I traveled abroad over Valentine’s Day weekend. While flying across the Atlantic to visit my dear friend in Prague, I kept chewing on this question, Why Prague? It had been on my mind for weeks, marinating, but I hadn’t been able to savor the wonder of this trip.…
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The Writer that Failed
I’ve been here before. It’s my expectations plummeting to meet reality. It’s me flailing as I fall, trying to grab onto anything to stop life from hitting so hard. If I do manage to grab something, it’s me holding on for dear life, trying to climb back up to my expectations. For Christmas, I received…
12 Stones Farmhouse 