The Language of Prayer

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My twins are napping, my oldest is at the pool, swimming with a friend, and my daughter and I are sharing a rare moment of just-the-two-of-us time. I make tea, while she sets out teacups and saucers, bread and jam. When the tea has steeped, I pour it into our cups,...

Green Pastures

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It’s been a day. Sometimes, it seems like it’s been a whole long string of days, and I am tired. Jack wants me to come outside and see the hole he’s dug in the back yard and the coal he thinks he’s found. Jane wants me to read her a story. And the twins are fussy and...

Fading Fast

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I left the house at 5:00 yesterday evening – by myself! – and went for a quick walk. As soon as I turned the corner, I caught my breath: the sunset was beautiful. I chased it, trying to find ground high enough to be able to see it unobstructed. The closest...

Fleeing Ahead

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A few weeks ago at church, I was chatting with a friend and her oncologist husband. He noticed a rash on my arm and neck and said, “You know, sometimes people get a rash like that when they have a low platelet count.” I brushed it off, saying I’d had a rash much like...