Remember, to Hope
Here we are again, on the eve of another Thanksgiving. Today promises to be a crazy day for me as I’m hosting tomorrow’s feast. This means my day will be spent waging a valiant battle…
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I Need Theology for Days Like This
It started like any other Monday, except for the glaring fact it was technically a Tuesday. Whatever it felt like, it was the first day back to school after a long weekend. A long weekend…
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When Life Isn’t A Fairytale
I grew up in what many consider to be the golden era of Disney animation. My all-time absolute you-can-only-pick-one favorite was Beauty and the Beast. I still remember the cool darkness of the theater and…
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The Beast of Comparison
It would take space much greater than a blog post to tell you the impact my trip to Chicago last weekend had on me. It’s taken me a week just to process and internalize it…
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One Year Blogiversary!
It’s my blogiversary! That is, if you’re reading this and it’s still September 27th and I was miraculously able to bust out this post before midnight. I actually thought it was tomorrow, but after a…
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Heaven
Disclaimer: This is my daydreaming, not a vision or prophecy or even an intellectual assertion on what to expect after death. This is a little girl dreaming about her wedding, a child wondering what they’ll…
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Jericho
After nearly eight years out, last week I rejoined the workforce. It’s not much, only about ten hours a week as a sales associate in an outlet shoe store. It is the same shoe store…
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Rugged Maniac Life
I stood at the base of a muddy, ten foot tall wall catching my breath and waiting my turn for the filthy knotted rope to assist my ascent. My red and black tie-dyed shirt, that…
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Weary
Here at the Marsden household we are officially half way through summer. In the past four weeks I have: attended high school and junior high summer camps, gone to the dentist, served jury duty, hosted…
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BOLD
It felt good to be clean. Even though washing off three days of salty, dried sweat and caked on dust had disappointingly revealed that no, I was not nearly as tan as I had anticipated.…