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The Rooted Love of Home By Michelle Krol
I have always been a homebody. I love the feeling of home—the smells, the coziness, the space to be my full self and exhale deep. In college my sorority sisters would lovingly tease me about my corner of our shared room—every square inch of the walls were covered with pictures, quotes, and magazine covers. I enjoyed creating spaces that were warm, inviting, and inspired others, even on a non-existent budget. I wanted to bring beauty in and share it with those around me. And all of these years later, this is still my heart.
Of Faith and Flowers By Ashlyn McKayla Ohm
She was our mail lady, but most importantly, she was our friend. I don’t believe she had a single stranger along her daily route. And over the years, her deliveries went far beyond envelopes and packages to hugs, cheerful greetings, a handmade artisanal nativity, and one memorable day in late spring, wrinkled daffodil bulbs.
Enveloped by Grace By Mariel Davenport
I stood on the edge of the porch, paintbrush in hand. As the white paint slathered onto the wood, covering all the imperfections, the parallel wasn’t lost on me. I knew I was standing in the middle of a do over. I had lived a dark season of failing God. He knew it and I knew it. The choice of returning to that dark place was before me. Was I willing to make the other choice this time, the choice of following Jesus and His way?
When He Writes Our Song By Bethany Kimsey
Softly muttering, slamming cabinets just a little too hard, moving a little too quickly, everything within me was churning with resentment and self-pity. Here I was again, holding everything together, keeping all the plates spinning, all the children fed, all the needs met. I just wanted this one night out, this one time to step away from it all and relax with some friends. I longed to laugh, listen, and be something more than a compilation of chores, duties, and work. But he could not make it home. He was apologetic, but surgeries don’t wait. Trauma doesn’t pause for a mom’s night out.
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