“Making Peace With Halloween”

Jason Gray at The Rabbit Room wrote a thought-provoking post about Making Peace With Halloween. Here’s a taste:

…these days my guiding conviction is that my job as a co-sanctifier with Christ is to take what is broken and do my part in reclaiming it, perhaps even making it beautiful, by God’s grace. My earlier attempts of disavowing Halloween were neither redemptive nor beautiful. At best they might have been neutral, but I suspect they did more damage than good…

I Can’t Hear You

There is a train that goes by our house once a week, sometimes more. Off in the distance we can hear its whistle announcing its arrival. And every time that whistle blows, Bella comes running, hands over her ears, tears streaming down her face. “MOMMY! The twain! Is loud!” She screams in complete and utter terror. I often run to meet her halfway knowing her fear.
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Labels

I hate to be labeled…

I don’t tell people I like to watch super hero and science fiction because I don’t want to be labeled a geek.

I don’t like driving a mini-van because I don’t want to be labeled a soccer mom.

I don’t tell people I love pink and princesses and girly-girl things because I don’t want to be labeled a priss.

I don’t tell people I love sports because I don’t want to be labeled a tom boy.

I don’t tell people I love show tunes because I don’t want to be labeled a drama queen.

Brag On Him

In February, I wrote a post about my Brian, and today it’s being featured on the Blissfully Domestic blog. Malia has a weekly column called Brag on Him (Don’t Nag on Him). I’m there today… and I’m bowled over by what was happening in our life just 8 months ago. Not only is it a huge reminder of God’s faithfulness with the husband He has given me, but it’s a huge reminder of God’s faithfulness in our lives.

Check it out… again.
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Another Form of Craziness

She wished the foliage would work in reverse, that you could see colors most of the time, the uniform green for only a few short weeks. But who could endure such richness? Surely people would go crazy from so much beauty. Or else they’d get used to it, and then ignore it, another form of craziness.

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(from E. Berg’s “Ordinary Life: A Love Story“)