My house temporarily housed nine extra people—seven middle school boys and two adult leaders. We hosted them while they participated in our church’s youth weekend, Disciple Now. The chaos and noise got a bit overwhelming
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When Idalia Came to Town
Madison, Florida is a small dot on the map. Four stoplights. Around 20,000 in our whole county. We aren’t anything fancy but we are the perfect picture of small-town America. We still cover our hearts
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Babies on the Porch A mama wren built a nest on our front porch this month. She chose a bookcase that will eventually move upstairs. For several weeks now, my boys have checked the nest
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Gideon’s Shock How shocked Gideon must have felt when the angel of the Lord called him a valiant warrior. There he was, threshing wheat; not on top of the hill where the wind could carry
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I forgot to grab the new devotional for us to read in the car. Instead of forfeiting our devotion time, I decided we would make up our own. I asked the boys if one of
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Repurposed “Mama, where is the crab?” “The what?” “The crab. You know, that thing you use to pinch the spaghetti and pick it up.” “Ohhhh. You mean the tongs.” “Yeah, sure, whatever. Where are they?”
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First Frost I’ve waited for it almost twenty years. The crisp fall air begins to sneak in. Soon the grass slows down and doesn’t need mowing. And then the weather report says we will have
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Dreams of a Child “Thank you for coming,” I doodled in a conversation bubble in my journal. I then moved my pencil down and finished the stick figure who sat behind a table stacked with
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On the Front Rows How the youth ended up on the front three rows of my home church, I’ll never know. Twice on Sunday and again on Wednesday, my backside occupied one of those front
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Turning Eighteen I couldn’t wait to grow up. Turning eighteen seemed magical. Finally, I would be seen as an adult. There would be freedom to do what I wanted, when I wanted, and how I
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