Category: Peace In The Margins
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Growing Something Gentle
There is something about this season that feels like an exhale. My days lately have been filled with slow crochet projects for the newest little life joining us in just two short months. Soft yarn slipping through my fingers. Rows building quietly. A reminder that anticipation doesn’t have to be rushed, it can be stitched,…
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The Line Still Holds
Every generation has a moment where the ground feels unsteady. Where organizations are questioned, trust is fractured, and the noise is so loud it’s hard to tell truth from narrative. We are living in one of those moments now. Headlines with “if it bleeds, it leads” hooks. Videos without context. Sound bites lacking substance. And…
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Carry On, But Softer
One of my all-time favorite songs is Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas. I used to think carry on meant bracing myself and pushing through no matter what. Jaw set. Shoulders tight. White-knuckled. Breath held just enough to keep moving. Carry on meant endurance. It meant showing up no matter how depleted I felt. It meant…
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Especially in the Change
Finding peace in a season of becoming As I sit here crying, for some unknown reason, I’m reminded that getting older isn’t for the weak. There’s no dramatic trigger. No single sharp thought. Just a quiet swell of emotion that arrives uninvited and settles in my chest. There’s a word that carries an entire storm…
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In the In-Between
Quiet morning. Steaming cup of coffee. Outside my window, a wooded landscape rests beneath a soft covering of snow. Water drips steadily from bare branches as the day warms just enough to loosen Winter’s hold. The snow hasn’t disappeared, but it’s slowly and deliberately changing. There’s a stillness to mornings like this. This time of…
Peace In The Margins 