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Jill Richardson
Writer, speaker, pastor, mom, wife-- Writer and reader of topics that start with grace, courage, and freedom. Speaker of hope and restoration. Also a firm believer in the power of Ear Grey, author of five books, Cubs fan, and sort-of empty nester.
Writer, speaker, pastor, mom, wife-- Writer and reader of topics that start with grace, courage, and freedom. Speaker of hope and restoration. Also a firm believer in the power of Ear Grey, author of five books, Cubs fan, and sort-of empty nester.
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Pulling Weeds: Being Thankful for Real Community
Guest
blogging today in the month of “Finding Thanksgiving” is Sarah
May. Sarah
writes about seeing happiness in the most unlikely of situations and
how we can bring that happiness to grieving people. Sarah is a 20-something trying to navigate the world wit...

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Baby Christ Grew Up--Do Christians?
Jesus is born.
Christmas is over. Some people are already posting pictures of their
treeless living rooms and spotless kitchens, devoid of any
remembrance of Christmas. Some people will not post a picture of
their living rom for another three months because...

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Th First Christmas Parade
If I had the funds and the electrical
ingenuity, mine would be one of those houses that can be seen from
outer space at Christmastime. I love the lights the most. The bigger
and crazier the display, the more I want to drive by it. Light
displays are my guil...

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Tech-free Christmas?
In a terrifying fascinating study recently, researchers asked people aged
18-77 to spend fifteen minutes alone. Completely alone. No cell
phones, trivia crack, media, or sensory input of any kind. Over half
the participants chose to give themselves electric...

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Spending Ourselves
A few
Christmases ago, we we ate coconut, spaghetti, and pineapple for
Christmas dinner. It was a mission trip to Costa Rica, so that should
also explain the Christmas morning kayak trip through mangroves. (And
the Christmas Eve trip to the turtle sanctuary...

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Leave Room: When the Christmas Calendar Is Too Much
I have a
calendar on my phone, a calendar on my computer, a calendar on my
website, and a calendar on my wall. You'd think I would never miss an
appointment. You'd think I would never double book anything. You'd
think I went backpacking on a yak in Siberia....

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Less Is More Christmas
Christmastime
is heeeere . . . yes, the warbling song stylings of the Peanuts
Christmas special are in my head. I love Christmastime. I also love
the Peanuts, so there is that. I know, it's early yet, but there is a
reason. Unabashedly, I
love it. I love t...

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Rocks, Rails, and The Bible--They're All Hard
As
you read last week, I've had some health challenges in the last year.
Or so.  Funny thing is, once approximately 27 doctors, 478 blood
tests, and 3500 random guesses/unsolicited advice/WebMd visits were
all involved? The answer was something no one expec...

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Too Whatever (Being Real, and Grateful, about Our Bodies)
It's
been a year. A year and a half, actually. Eighteen months since I
began a health odyssey that started as an innocent stomach bug and
ended much later. Well, it hasn't really ended, but I can see the finish
line from here. Long Story Sort of Short The
s...

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It's Your Party and I'll Come if I Want To
I
am a party failure. True story. In this month of talking about
community, I've got to come clean. I cannot throw a party. Other than
unicorn/princess/Harry Potter themed birthday parties that have long
since seen their day. My baby is almost twenty. She i...
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