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Anthems of Mercy.

  • by nic
  • Posted on March 24, 2018December 12, 2018

I am sometimes drowning, but God is wildly faithful. He keeps speaking peace and sheer…

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How to Find Christmas in the Dark

  • by nic
  • Posted on December 22, 2017December 12, 2018

“And Jesus said to them, ‘What do you think? If a man owns a hundred…

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After all.

  • by nic
  • Posted on October 18, 2017December 12, 2018

Once upon a time we dreamed of Uganda. It was something like seven years ago,…

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Growing up, we had a fridge magnet with that Elizabeth Stone quote — how being a mom means watching your heart walk around outside your body. At the time I found this sentimental and overbaked. 
“O Come, all you unfaithful 
Last fall one of our old dorm guys wrote to tell us he was headed to college in the States. We’d been praying with him for exactly this, but I was equal parts thrilled and concerned. My immediate response was to turn to my husband and ask, “Do you think anyone’s warned him? Do you think he knows the things to do to stay alive?”⁣
Braden, you wonderful human.⁣
Today is our anniversary. Three years ago it was also our anniversary, because apparently that’s how anniversaries work, and I spent the bulk of that day painting the interior walls of a hospital with Lauren and my soul-twin Jannae.⁣
These are curious days in Kenya, and I feel a little wrecked. Outside is a gold rush of birdsong and wind, but inside even my skin feels heavy, weighted with foreboding.⁣
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