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Man's Best Friend

October 16, 2005

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Man's best friend may be Dog, but Dog's worst nemesis is Boy.

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Lenten Anniversary

For years I avoided the thought of marriage because living it well seemed impossible for a person like me. I am a person easily overwhelmed by hardship, sorrow, suffering and evil. The only way I could be comfortable with the enormity of the life-long commitment to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, was to tuck my wedding day right up close to Easter as a reminder that God raises the dead, the hopeless, the sorrowing, the repentant.

Only in the stirrings of Palm Sunday and the triumphant "Hurrah!" of Easter could I imagine living the symbol meant to explain the mysterious wonder of Christ and His church.
Only in walking through the Holy Week and seeing Christ's ultimate life-giving death, could I begin to trust the strange thing that is marriage... the many deaths to self that somehow bring life.
I needed to start my marriage with the hope of Easter glimmering in the near future because only then could I promise &q…

Where Struggles Seem Endless

God has a sense of humor. Do you suffer from any doubts?

Today, delivered by UPS, I received two rocks in the mail. Genuine stone from a riverbed in Iowa.

It seems that I was in need of a Stone of Help, so God sent me two in the mail.

I'm not mystical enough to have you believe it was Heaven as the return address. No, the return address was the very earthly place of Carol Stream, Illinois: the publishing house for the Bible I contributed a dozen essays to.

The very Bible I was reading through when the rocks were delivered.

The very Bible I was reading to try and encourage my spirit in the midst of a wee bit of overwhelm regarding my current writing project and its fast approaching deadline.

Sometimes God encourages His people through His Word recorded generations ago, and sometimes He encourages His people through the gift of two stone tablets.

Of course, my two stone tablets are rather different than the ones He gave His people on Mount Sinai. But they are engraved with a message…

The Making (and unmaking) of a Home

The first time I walked into apartment 502K, I sat on the floor and cried.

I had many reasons for those tears, among them the hormones of being eight months pregnant and finishing up two months of living out of a suitcase. But 502K provided plenty more.

Dorms are a special college experience, but not quite so glamorous for a young family, and 502K screamed dorm living from every inch of its 660-ish square feet.

For months I tried to beat the institutional construction into a more homelike existence, and it seemed I met frustration at every turn. I'd measure shelving then go out to purchase organizers only to have to return them when I discovered that the size of the shelf was not uniform across it's length and so didn't fit... or maybe it would have fit, if there hadn't been a totally awkward door frame around the closet or if the bathroom door didn't make it impossible to have a bath rug in the bathroom or if the cupboards had been large enough to keep dinner plat…

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