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Continue reading →: Day 19: Mug
Next to my bed lay a stack of books, my phone (I haven’t yet adopted the good habit of “putting it to bed” outside of our room like my husband), water bottle, candle, and some clutter. This morning, I awake with a dull resistance to going to my phone —…
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Continue reading →: Day 18: Diapers
It’s come to my attention in the past week or two that I am a bit disconnected from my heart. There’s a great deal of loss happening — both clear and ambiguous — but I’m having trouble connecting with it emotionally. The feeling I do recognize I am seeking to…
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Continue reading →: Day 17: Door
“Don’t let the —,” I start to holler over to the girls. But the sound of the door slamming cuts me off. The entire apartment shakes and I know our neighbors can feel it, too. “ — door slam.” I finish, deflated. Some doors are designed to close themselves if…
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Continue reading →: Day 16: Breathe
Sarah Bessey just sent out “Breath Prayers for Anxious Times” and it’s a timely reminder. There have been several seasons in my life when my anxiety was so high, I actually had trouble breathing. Not so severe as a panic attack, but more like living 24/7 (or, all my waking…
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Continue reading →: Day 15: Sheets
On a night like tonight, I tend to look for comfort in two kinds of sheets. The first, made of paper— or recently, a folder on my desktop called “sheets.” They’re filled with words and notes that somehow my brain has learned to transform into music — isn’t that a…
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Continue reading →: Day 14: Plant
My favorite plant is a fake plant (as I wrote here, I’ve never had much of a green thumb). It’s an adorable crocheted succulent gifted to me by one of the most beautiful souls I’ve ever known, my friend Hannah (whose birthday is tomorrow — Happy Birthday, Hannah!). I wanted…
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Continue reading →: Day 13: Carpet
About a year ago, I finally got serious about washing my face. A few comments from Gilmore Girls about looking scary when we don’t wash off our make-up really stuck with me, so while I didn’t have access or money for lots of skincare products, washing my face and moisturizing…
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Continue reading →: Day 12: Paper
A drawer stuffed full of crafts and worksheets from school A post-it on every surface with lists and requests that you’ll Scribble quickly, then hold up “Hug me please,” “Play tickle monster” Or “Time to color.” The counterfeit money that you made So that Irene wouldn’t crinkle your dollar, Or…
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Continue reading →: Day 11: Drive
Back when we were dating, we lived overseas (in separate apartments…for the record) with no car. I’m not sure I ever really rode in a car with Aubrey driving until we were pretty much engaged and, especially as a person who struggles with anxiety, I’m seriously glad he turned out…
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Continue reading →: Day 10: Frame
Back in college, we had this Discipleship Group and sometimes we found the materials to be a little bit cheesy. We’d be reading some illustration and then some not-so-subtle transition would tie it back into the spiritual or Biblical principle at hand, something as smooth and artful as “And so…
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