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To My Younger Mom Self
If I could say one thing to her— You’re going to be off balance for a little awhile, then a week before your son turns five he will burst into the kitchen, wonder what you’re doing, discover you’re in there making chocolate brownies from a box. And you’ll be smiling, toppling over, just trying to… Continue reading
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Communion – a poem for mothers trying to worship
baby fingers narrowly keptfromCommunion juice,rowdy children hushed,a mother’s look,sit still,she barely gets a prayerin edgewise,thank you, Lord, thankyou, Lord.and in this quiet, chaoticpew,this mother with her children,this broken upworshipher Lord is trulyglorified,and likely quite delightedby the narrowly,rowdy,barely edgewise. -S.V.F., Communion ❤ I have been wanting to write about how a mother of little children participates… Continue reading
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Heartsong – a prayer, a poem
what a difference a year makes—where zinnias used to growwith promise,mangled weeds pool outinstead,where chamomile daisies once burstlike a meadow, I just seedry, dead things. but also this June’s peachharvest tripled from the lastand I scooped vanilla icecream over strawberries and freshpeach slices. what a difference, what a difference…pain bleeding, joy drippingfrom my hands,lifting my… Continue reading
