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Always a Way Through

Blue Sky Over Me Vast and unending Warm, peaceful, still. With depth and breadth, expansive Abundance all around me Always available to me Full, grateful, with ease. This is a poem (can I call that a poem?) I wrote in prayer a few years ago. I was journeying through a particular valley in my marriage and I had fallen into an emotional habit of being sullen, even joyless. I know, hard to imagine me that way, huh? ;-) As I moved through the valley, I knew that my best hope of climbing up and out was to look up and…

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Listen for the Voice

My kids talk. A lot. They’re not shy, and they have an overabundance of opinions. They pretty much communicate in some way – words, songs, yelling – from the time they wake up to the time they fall asleep. They share some really amazing things. (And some things I wish they didn’t!) I freely admit, there is so much coming at me on a daily basis, I cannot digest it all. I hear, but I’m not always listening. Yet every so often, one of them will say or do something so profound, so wise, I am sure it’s the Holy…

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At the Cross

In an outrageous plot twist, the first followers of Christ saw their King lifted up, not on a royal throne, but on a wooden cross. While today the cross is a thing of beauty to be carried in procession or worn as jewelry, to the eyes of these first Christians, it had no beauty. It stood outside too many city walls, decorated only with decaying corpses, as a threat to anyone who defied Rome’s authority.1 And today, we celebrate the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross. On this day, we are invited to acclaim the cross of Christ,…

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Peace

Peace and Anxiety: a Curious Juxtaposition

I was encouraged this summer to consider the fruit of the Spirit. Something most Christians are fairly familiar with. One of the things charming children’s songs help us memorize at an early age. Galatians 5:22-23: But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Peace with an anxiety disorder? As I considered the scriptures I began to ponder how these fruits of the spirit may look different than we might think or have been taught. I mean, I look at my life with my anxiety…

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Paddle Back to Shore

I was distracted the first few months of summer. Swamped. Work-crazy. Traveled home to help my mom. Baseball tournaments. One vacation, then another. All good stuff. But I may have missed a Mass. OK, maybe several. My list of excuses is long and weak. Yet I learned something during that sporadic hiatus. It started to affect the things I typically do daily to boost my faith, or at least keep it status quo. Not celebrating Mass with God each week, experiencing that much-needed touch point every Sunday morning, made it easier to neglect my daily rituals. It became convenient not…

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Broken And Beautiful

Beautiful Brokenness

“I hope nothing’s wrong with this one,” my friend brazenly blurted after my pregnancy announcement during our monthly women’s Bible study. A few cringed following her comment, and I caught their discomfort in my periphery. Somehow, as calloused and cruel as that statement could be, I knew my friend was well-intentioned, so I politely thanked her and changed the subject. Still, my heart was torn in the aftermath of her blunt statement. It wasn’t even like she attempted to package it with consolation or preface it with an explanation. It was just spewed out of her mouth without warning or…

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A Legacy of Love

Whenever a certain friend of my oldest comes over, at some point she wears my Grandma Gerry’s wedding dress. This homemade, pink dress that oozes the 70s somehow made it into our wardrobe of costumes, and it gets amazing use. Besides being the preferred outfit for the 9-year-old girl, it is the perfect costume when a Good Queen Mommy is needed (Evil Queen is a different costume, different blog post). Whenever I see it, I think of Grandma Gerry. Any time someone is wearing that symbol of her love for the Gettinger family, I think of her legacy of love. I…

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Tangible Movements of Grace

  There are moments when I simply don't know how I'm going to get through it- the stacks of dirty dishes, the floor that seems to be perpetually covered with crumbs, the endless needs of 3 small children. Sometimes, when I'm faced with these moments of overwhelm, I remember to pray; sometimes it's a memorized prayer, repeating an encouraging quote or Scripture verse over and over to myself, and most times it's a spontaneous "Lord, help me!" There are moments when I am overcome with gratitude- when I hear all 3 children singing happily together from the next room, when…

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No More Tears

Come, Lord Jesus!

Come, Lord Jesus Growing up, whenever something bad happened, personally or globally, my dad would say, “Come, Lord Jesus.” Not gonna lie- to a teenage mind, that seemed less than desirable. I had things I wanted to do. Dude, maybe the Lord could wait to call me to heaven until I had at least been kissed! There was so much good here I wasn’t ready to come to an end. So while I theoretically could pray for Christ’s return, it didn’t impact my heart. This all changed when my twin sons were stillborn. Then I GOT why my dad talked…

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Faith In God's Plan

Confidence in the Path

Often it is a difficult test that reveals, or reconfirms, where our strength comes from. This month is the anniversary of my father’s death. We said goodbye to him in 2013 and I can hardly believe it’s been that long... that we’ve been moving forward with birthdays and holidays, with vacations he would have been a part of, with art shows and baseball and assorted kid milestones he would have loved. Moving forward with life. A test of faith It feels like yesterday we learned he was sick. And then came the diagnosis of cancer. For a family that had…

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