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Tuesdays with Beth... Charges fed and delivered to the "animal" rooms...women folk embrace and smile love into each other's eyes...Holy words fill the air. Tuesday has arrived and Jesus is our host! Study with Beth knits the generations tightly together; each sharing its unique blend... wrapping His fold with encouragement. Tears tumble freely as we expose the dark hours and welcoming laughter lightens the load. Beth unwraps the Hope and we hide it in the deep places. God graces us with His arrival. Tuesdays cradle our questions and the absent days gird our prayers.
God continues to carve a tender Bride in our gathering place, etching His image on our hearts.

Rule Number One: Don't dare break one of them. Fear keeps a faithful walk on the straight and narrow, but what if that fear to stray prevents the commitment to thrive. I alone carve the sacred commandment to obey others' expectations. Self-inflicted imprisonment. So afraid to disappoint or incur judgement. Abandon the image others paint of me? An intriguing possibility. Go ahead, self...break one!

Four years of survival. That's all. Treading water...Counting hours...Girding myself for the next assault. The onslaught of losses taking its toll. As the year bids its final farewell, I find myself ready to leave the wasteland. No more just surviving, ready for a season with a pulse. Ready to thrive!

That's going to require putting off some old things: guilt, beating myself up, others' perceptions. Time to breathe...Time to risk...Time to move...

Farewell 2010

Leaving Kansas once again...

Ludwig

G-time with Sam

San Diego Zoo Trip

April Sip and See

Playtime with Uncle Bobby

Alex and Stephanie's Peru Mission Trip

Alex's first Marathon takes place in Oregon

Sychar places #1

Babysitting trip to Austin

Shanna and Alan's August Wedding

Sad return to Kansas City

September Farewell to Dad

Sam's first BU homecoming!

Bring on 2011!

Dear Santa,
All I want for Christmas this year is my family!
I want to cradle my granddaughter, read to her from my holiday stack, look into the eyes of my adult children and see Christmases past.
Distance is my enemy. Miles empty my soul.

Sometimes we just groan. Sometimes words cannot be found. The heaviness of this broken world renders us speechless. Is evil, illness, injustice swallowing us?
Sometimes we just groan.
Our Advocate groans as well. He divinely sighs, rescuing the broken one who has no hope of escaping his condition.
He yearns for our likeness to the Son. He intercedes for our eternal security.
He groans on our behalf, offering our silent weight to the Heavens.
Sometimes we just groan.