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Practical Steps to Understanding your Longings

I still have my own thirst for quiet space, especially now that I am a mommy. The house gets so loud sometimes, and I find myself sinking through the pressure of each day. What do we do with these yearnings keeping us up at night? How do we navigate the rocky waters of longing? read more

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Preemptive Love Coalition

This month, we’re highlighting Preemptive Love Coalition. Preemptive Love Coalition works to train Iraqi heart surgeons and nurses to provide help and hope to families waiting for their child’s lifesaving heart surgery. read more

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Courage Suppressant

Comparison is the suppressor of courage. Slowly and subtly the act of comparing ourselves stifles the ability to bravely be who we are as individuals, women and mothers. It takes courage to view ourselves as mothers in real light and not the shadows of other woman. read more

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Uniquely Knit

Here is the truth, friends, mothering little ones is important and hard. Often, amidst the practical and exhausting demands of the day it feels easier to shrink, to conform. But sisters, you have things to offer this world that no one else has. read more

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Why So Many Women Don’t Know What Their Favorite Color Is

I can still remember the first time my mother-in-law asked me how I liked my eggs. Easy over? Scrambled? Poached? I didn’t know. I just stared into my palms and mumbling something about it not mattering; I would have whatever everyone else was having. I was 32. read more