The Jesus People

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You come out to the back yard and lower yourself into an Adirondack chair, close your eyes, and turn your face to the August sun. You are 24 days postpartum, and you’ve come out here to escape. Inside your house are eight people and all of them want something from...

Back from the Brink

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I think – I am cautiously hopeful – that I’m coming back from wherever it is I’ve been this past month. I’m not exactly sure where I was or why I went there, but I’m pretty sure postpartum hormones and six months of sleep...

Fear Not

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On Sunday, our children’s minister preached at church. She talked about faith and fear. She asked where in our lives are we living in fear instead of faith. I asked, Where in my life am I not living in fear? I am afraid we will never pay off the hospital bills...

Food for Jackals

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Used to be, when Jack was a baby, and Jane too, that I lived with near-constant anxiety. I woke up in the morning with a weight of anxiety on my chest, I carried it around with me all day, and I went to bed with it at night. Sometimes it was physically difficult to...