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Bronwyn Lea
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Writer. Speaker. Domestic Opposer of Entropy.
Writer. Speaker. Domestic Opposer of Entropy.

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How did people find each other before cell phones? And how did they wash their hair before shampoo? NEW POST with some assorted musings from this summer One Great Question Makes All The Difference

Our family got to travel to Europe this summer, and apart from a horrendous, miraculous day when we lost our six year old in Paris, it was memory-making magic. We ate gelato and rode gondolas and listened to a dozen audio books and hugged cousins and…
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In praise of para educators and classroom aides, and a little reflection to go with it. NEW POST: "One of the signs of a really effective, excellent paraeducator is how invisible their work becomes in the classroom. When things are going really well, you hardly notice that they are there, because the child is able to engage seamlessly with the classroom. The metrics of success are somewhat counter-intuitive: peace, and a remarkable absence of "issues". In a way, it reminds me of the work of the Holy Spirit."

This month we made a big deal out of Teacher Appreciation Day at our schools, and rightly so. Teachers are amazing and deserve every bit of support and encouragement we can offer. There is also a Secretaries’ Day on our Hallmark calendar, and we show our…
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What I've been up to (and hello... and eight one-line book recommendations)

Hello, friends. I have a blog post or two I’m planning to put up in the near future, but before then just wanted to drop a note and say hello and a little of what I’ve been up to. What I’ve been doing…. Mostly: I’ve been packing and unpacking the…
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The Stone Hearts NEW POST: a few thoughts on releasing fish into the wild, and why I still blog.

We all walked a little hunched against the broody gray sky, reflexive defenses against the raindrops that had not yet fallen. All thirty of us tumbled out of cars, lunches and rain boots akimbo. We made our way to the river where the second graders would…
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"In a way, it doesn't matter what conclusion I come to on this.  Not really. God-fearing people have come to different conclusions on what the passages referring to Hades and Gehenna and punishment mean, and I don't know that I can sort it out with a new, independent rigorous study of my own. But what matters more to me is this: the tone of voice we discuss this in. Because even if I'm not sure what Jesus meant by the all the hell talk, I'm sure of this one thing: whatever he meant by it, he considered it a VERY important to avoid." NEW POST: A Hell of a Tone of Voice (Some thoughts on how we talk about what happens after we die)

A while back, I was asked to participate in a panel answering questions about heaven and hell. The group had spent a couple weeks in a series looking at what Scripture says about what happens after we die. They were asking questions about heaven and the…
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Someone asked me recently when last I was "wowed" by church. I didn't know what to say, but it made me wonder about the question: should I expect to be "wowed" by church? If not, what should church feel like? I've been wrestling with this for days, and the closest answer I can think of is to say I want church to feel like a ballet class. It's been a long time since I was in ballet class but this is what I remember from the years I spent in pink tights: there was something profoundly good about group dance classes. I could work on stretching and routines at home, and I could have a hundred dance parties with friends... but ballet class was non-negotiable. We all stood in a row at the barre, and worked through the warm-ups, positions, and attitudes of the discipline together. We would stand tall, and the teacher would remind us to breathe, to look up, and we would move our bodies through first, second, third, fourth, and fifth positions; seeking beauty and strength in every exercise. The studio had mirrors so we could check our alignment, and work on moving in concert with our class members. The teacher would walk up and down the length of the barre, sometimes moving closer as my feet were extended in point to make a micro correction to the position of my hip, or my ankle. I was always trying as best I could to be in the right position, but the teacher could see little adjustments that needed to be made and it was always surprising to me how a little nudge, a little turn of the foot or angle of the neck could suddenly lengthen an arabesque, or make me feel a stretch in a way that I hadn't before and which I just knew was right. I cried as I tried to describe this to my husband as my hope for church. I don't expect church to be a Master Class with Missy Copeland every week. And I'm not a beginner: I can just imagine how overwhelming, foreign, and downright awkward an adult ballet class must be to someone who hasn't done it before. But church at its best feels to me like a ballet class: where we gather in community to do things we could have done alone at home, but there's something so good about stretching and strengthening our souls in a group setting. Singing and sitting under teaching feels to me like a series of barre exercises under an insightful instructor: my spiritual walk mirrored by the practice of those around me; and the words of the songs and preacher are seldom BRAND NEW BIBILICAL REVELATIONS!!!! with brand new coreography.... but they are like the micro-corrections of attitude and posture in life by the Holy Spirit. See how I thought I was extending myself in the right direction? No, the instructor nudges, adjust a little that way. Adjust a little this way. Breathe and make this adjustment. And see? Feel that stretch? I know it is right. On a good Sunday, I leave church spiritually limber: my body and soul attuned to the rhythms and attitudes of grace. My deepest core has been strengthened, I am more flexible than when I came in, and I am grateful. When Church Feels Like Ballet Class (some thoughts on Posture, Strength, Flexibility, and Attitudes)

  Someone asked me recently when last I was “wowed” by church. I didn’t know what to say, but it made me wonder about the question: should I expect to be “wowed” by church? If not, what should church feel like? I’ve been wrestling with this for days, and…
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"Sometimes, I have asked God for wisdom or help or peace that passes understanding or the ability to not-shake-the-baby or bite-my-husbands-head-off, and I know he has provided strength-in-the-moment that I have felt at a soulful and cellular level. But, friends, sometimes, I haven't. Sometimes I've felt weak and asked God for help and I HAVE STILL FELT WEAK." What's up with that? (NEW POST)The Surprising Thing about Strength in Weakness

I’ve been thinking a lot about weakness lately. Weakness, failure, and the terrible gap between how we hope things will turn out and how they actually do.  Motherhood and ministry—while both brimming with blessing—have also been relentless teachers that…
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Help: How do I stop liking someone? NEW POST :)

Dear Bronwyn, How do you stop liking a man? I’m in college and I met a guy who has fantastic personality and character, and I find incredibly attractive. BUT, he doesn’t have a relationship with Jesus – which is a deal breaker for dating (which I’d like…
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I love you, friend, but I don't want your essential oils (or leggings, or mascara...) NEW POST... (hitting publish with a deep breath, a small wince, and a lot of love)

If you’ve been around church women for any length of time, chances are you’ve been invited to some kind of product party: a “no pressure, just-a-bunch-of-girls get together” with food and a presentation of jewelry, essential oils, makeup, leggings,…
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"Even though I stare down the shadowed valley of an overloaded calendar, I will not freak out." Psalm 23, for weary women.

Remember playing hide-n-seek as a kid, and after a countdown the seeker would shout “Ready or not, here I come!”? Lately I’ve been feeling like I want to hide away somewhere, too, but my calendar is shouting “Ready or not, here I come!” at me. It’s a…
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