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by Lisa-Jo | Feb 22, 2012 | Callings, Faith, Writing
“I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure.” ~ Eric Liddell, Gold Medalist, 1924 Paris Olympics I can’t cook. I can’t paint. I can’t sculpt. I can barely decorate my house. But when I write I feel a sense of...
by Lisa-Jo | Feb 15, 2012 | (in)courage, Faith, Girlfriends, Inbetween
Two years ago I sat on a park bench eating orange sherbert ice cream and telling Holley all these dreams that were crammed so tight inside my heart I could hardly breathe for fear of splitting down the middle. I told her about my sleepless nights. I told her about the...
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by Lisa-Jo | Feb 13, 2012 | Blogging, Callings, Faith, Family, Motherhood
But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. ~1 Corn. 1:27 I came by motherhood backwards. It was never my intention or my dream. It was a slow revelation that “barefoot and...
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by Lisa-Jo | Feb 10, 2012 | Faith, Five Minute Friday, Rabid fear of parenting
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we want to, not because we have to. We write for fun, for joy, for discovery. On Fridays we just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. Won’t you join us? (<—Tweet...
by Lisa-Jo | Jan 31, 2012 | Blogging, Callings, Faith, Girlfriends, Inbetween, Kids, Motherhood
Two years and one job ago. I sat across from the man I love on the bed we’ve loved in since we were first married ten years before. I sat and smacked fist into palm and said it again and again and again, “But this can’t be what I’m supposed to do with my life.” And...
by Lisa-Jo | Jan 23, 2012 | Faith, Family, Kids, Motherhood, Raising Boys
My first born, he’s just like me. Starts the day out with a gold ribbon ceremony for showing honor, courage, responsibility at school and all he can think about is the reprimand that ended his school day. All praise clouded out by a finger shaken in his direction. His...
