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The woman who sits across from me at church…

There is a woman who sits across the sanctuary from me every Sunday morning at church. She reminds me of my mother when I was a child. Her hair is auburn and naturally curly. She has it cut short, in layers ending a little below her chin, but she wears it feathered...

In which I risk being vulnerable…

I walk from my suburban towards the red double doors of our church suddenly aware of what I am here to do. It is one of the great things about my life: I am usually too busy to contemplate any plunges I am taking until the step into abyss is upon me. And since I am...

He Prays

“Not to us, O LORD, not to usbut to your name be the glory,because of your love and faithfulness…”Their voices filled the upper room into the corners and down to the rugs. Throaty chants, deep pitched and even, all in unison… “I love the LORD,  for he heard my...

The Battle for Bonding

What if it’s a battle–this struggle to bond fully with my adoptive children? Two years after bringing them home from Ethiopia, mournful thoughts of pre-five children still attack my mind. A moment of all is well, followed by hot flashes of frustration and...