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Where Do We Get More Love-Fueled Courage?

  We need you fully present, fully awake.   We need light-bearers, God-bearers, Kingdom-bringers, hope-servers.   We are hungry for your glad tidings shouted from mountaintops, whispered into smartphones, wrapped around the shoulders of the widow sitting hands-folded in the…

Day 21: Self-Acceptance and the Mysteries of Grief

The last few months I have been living the stages of grief, swerving from anger to depression and back again, barely catching my breath. I only momentarily live in the broad open spaces of acceptance before being pulled back into the vortex. …

Day 4: Feast

Fellow 31 day journeyers, as we take the huge risk to loving our zip code with integrity, we first are invited to come feast on Love ourselves.  In fact, it’s absolutely vital. ……………………………………………………………… “You spread a table before me in the presence of my…

Day 1: How to Fall in Love with a Zipcode

Just this last month, the Gross’ family adopted a new zipcode, driving through the mountains of five states and landing in northern GA. You too friend? Have you moved and are still reeling a bit? Or do you live with a chronic…

Encouragement 101: Don’t Give Up

I see it in their eyes, the fast deflate.   They had just pried opened their ribs and shown their blood-pulsing hearts to a primetime audience of millions…and they were not picked.   And it is here that a decision…

Encouragement, Love 101

We stood on the sidewalk, the runners turning at the 25.4 mile mark, and we grew hoarse handing out courage. “You can do this!” “You’re on the homestretch!” My children, myself and my parents, we all waved neon signs, scanning…

When You Don’t Feel Worthy of God’s Love

He’s sprawled out beside my sleeping husband right now, the little love.  They are both passed out on our bed, lights still on.  Superman pajama top, Christmas jammy bottom.  I found him at the top of the stairs before my…

Where to Go with Our Grief

Nana squirted the colors out on white paper plates, four small mounds. Fingers dip in, tentative at first. “This is your sad page. Madeline,” mom explains, “draw your feeling.  It doesn’t have to be a picture, just paint how you feel onto the…

Psalm 23: Learning to Slow and Rest

Andrew’s retreating with a fly rod in hand and I’m cocooned in the love of family and this week we are resting. a lot.  This is a republished post from last year after Easter which I reread often…maybe it will…

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