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Barefoot Heart

There is something about being barefoot that feels so free.  So childlike.  To go out in the front yard to water flowers or greet a neighbor with nothing but skin on my feet, feeling the cool tickle of the grass underneath them. To let my bare toes feel the warmth of...

Target Practice

We’re here!  Got into California late afternoon on Friday.  We are staying at the apartment where Mark has been staying the last couple of months, going back and forth to the house to buy groceries and do a final “clean sweep” before the movers come...

Change Of Clothes

(I gotta be honest…I am exhausted beyond belief and my body is retaliating.  Three more days ’til we fly out to CA.  Until then there is still much to do.  But today, I am asking Jesus to help me “change clothes”…) Weary shoulders don the...

House of Prayers

This morning I went through pictures of our new home on Trulia.  I found myself praying over each room displayed and asking God what He would have for every square inch of that house.  I prayed for open doors, for a full table of new neighbors, for a kitchen filled...

Bars and Rings

When I was a kid, recess meant swinging on the bars and rings on the playground.  I loved that almost “flying” feeling of having my feet off the ground and swinging my legs in such a way that it would propel me to be able to reach the next bar or ring....

Survivor Or Thriver?

I feel like I’ve been on a crash course of learning these past few months.  To the point that I could never write it all down.  It almost seems as if each moment has carried with it something to hang onto and store away for future reference. I would hardly know...