Girls’ Night Out Story #29: Rebekah Sasse

Have you ever had a moment in your life where you wondered how you ended up somewhere? You emerge from a cloud and wonder what just happened? Well, that was the case for me in the wee hours of the morning on Friday, October 28, 2011. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #28: Lisa Roth

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Just last month, I was leaving my house on a Sunday afternoon. Home from church, I was headed to the grocery store. After working all day throughout the week, I want to sit down each evening with my family over a meal. I’ve got to plan ahead to make it happen. It’s my Sunday routine. Well, this Sunday afternoon would be anything but routine. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #27: Megan Dunham

So much pain and no good reason why
You’ve cried until the tears run dry
And nothing here can make you understand
The one thing that you held so dear
Is slipping from your hands
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Girls’ Night Out Story #26: Rosemary Oliver

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“Grandmother isn’t here anymore. This is only her body. She has gone to be with Jesus”.

This is my very first memory. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #25: Sara Denckhoff

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Every year, when we are on the very edge of colder weather, I unpack my bins of winter clothes; and there at the bottom is a loosely woven sweater, light gray, adorned with sequins. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #24: Ruth Stith

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I love preludes. Chopin and Rachmaninoff each wrote a whole set of them for piano, and they are truly beautiful pieces. More than that, I love the idea of a prelude. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #23: Susan Maynor

1 Pet 1-6-8- In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire (1)I’ve known Jesus most of my life. Growing up in the St. Louis Christian bubble Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #22: Beth Freund

You never know where life will take you.  As much as you plan and dream for your future, God has His own plans. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #21: Mary Suzanne Crockett

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I went to a high school where students were either rich or smart – preferably both. I wasn’t a stand-out in either category but my father had gone there and I wanted to follow in his footsteps. We also shared a love of running. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #20: April Johnson

IMG_0091(This is the story I used in my college application essay.  There was a good reason at the time, though I can’t remember it now, but apparently it’s really stuck with me.  This time around, I imagine it’s for a slightly larger audience than an admissions panel.)
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Girls’ Night Out Story #19: Linda Gurney

Me, My Clarinet, and God

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I began my musical training early, starting piano at five years.  In fourth grade, we were to choose instruments for school orchestra, and they said I should play the violin, so I did. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #18: Kayla Brown

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“So, class, there is a test on Thursday over Chapter Eight, so we need to…” Ms. Miller announced at the beginning of second hour, Algebra 2.

Maybe I should get a pixie cut… Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #17: Catherine Estes

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When I first started thinking about the word “miracle,” I thought about God’s supernatural work where impossible occurrences come together for His great plan. As they are out of the ordinary, miracles certainly wouldn’t happen to ordinary people like me. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #16: Julie Schloss

Scan 133520022-1The hardest thing I have ever had to do was cut my sister’s hair. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #15: Jenny Smith

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The summer after my freshman year of college, my family drove up the Pacific Coast Highway to San Francisco, detouring to some of California’s beautiful parks along the way back home. By the time we got to Yosemite, Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #14: Denise Dolan

“WHAT WAS GOD THINKING?”
Finding Humor in His Decisions

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August 1, 1981. St. Gabriel’s Church

I met my husband in 1980 when I was working at the service desk at Target and he came in to cash his check. We were married a year later and settled into life as a teacher and construction engineer. Wanting to be settled, we waited to start our family for a couple of years. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #13: Molly Snyder

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As I pulled Keegan out of his car seat at the sitter’s, I heard one wheeze.  He was fourteen months old and we’d already gone through so much in his first year, he couldn’t possibly also have breathing problems now.  I brushed it off, telling myself it was just a squirrel.  I kissed him goodbye and headed to work. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #12: Sierra Fedorko

“Of Pain, Brokenness, and Love”

I will let these snippets of journal entries tell part of my story. It’s choppy. It’s not a story with great ebb and flow. It’s life. This is me and this is raw. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #11: Lisa Dobrich

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Two weeks before my tenth birthday, my parents had finally decided they were divorcing. I say “finally” because it had been in the works for months, separated since March, and it was almost September. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #10: Debbie Doriani

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On Friday morning, December 19, 2015 I had surgery for a substantial rotator cuff tear, a bicep tear and a bone spur. I wish I could say that the injuries were from throwing a curve ball the wrong way. According to the doctor, it was plain old “wear and tear.” How noble. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #9: Amalia LaViolette

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My earliest memories have to do with performing. I loved the dress ups that my mom had in our playroom and would often concoct skits and commercials to perform for whomever would sit and watch. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #8: Christan Perona

THE SHIELD

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Reunión de creyentes. Prayer meeting. It was an hour that would later become a favorite part of each day—a time before dinner to reflect on God’s goodness and beg for His glory to be manifested again. Our team of missionaries and Peruvian seminary students sprinkled the sanctuary in groups of two or three. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #7: Paula Robinson

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Have you ever held a grudge against someone?  Yes, even as a Christ-follower?  Well, I have, and it’s not pretty.  It doesn’t make you feel better, and it certainly doesn’t help the relationship.  But, I’m so glad I didn’t have to learn the hard way about letting go. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #6: Toodie Schaper

The journey I am sharing is our adoption story of our daughter, Heather, in the form of prayer journaling. And it begins in the spring of 1984. We had been married for 6 years already…


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Dear God, My sister, Debbie, called today to tell me she’s going to have a baby. I want to be happy for her, but the hurt inside me seems too big to get past. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #5: Lynn D. Morrissey

Meeting the Poet

by Lynn D. Morrissey

Note: This story unfolded at Central Presbyterian Church, in St. Louis, where I am a member.

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Louis. Daniel. Brodsky. After the names caromed around in my mind, I shaped each one with my mouth, thoughtfully, haltingly, as if trying to retrieve from memory the lyrics of some long-ago song, lyrics I had once known well, but had since forgotten. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #4: Jan Burch

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I began volunteering with Hospice several years ago. I have met some remarkable people and yes, in most cases they have gone home (I say ‘in most cases’ because several of my patients have actually graduated out of hospice.)

Earlier this year I was paired with Earlene.  Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #3: Jamie Stowell

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I grew up in a small northwest suburb of Chicago called Bloomingdale. There was nothing significant about my little corner of the universe, other than the fact that I lived there and my world fit into a small five house cul-de-sac. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #2: Nancy Gruneisen

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I never thought I would have trouble birthing children, but does any woman? My sister, Sally and I each got married about eight weeks apart. After two years of marriage (isn’t that the magic number?) we both began trying to conceive. She got pregnant first. I remember feeling a twinge of jealously but realized it might be great for her to “break” my parents into the grandparent scene rather than me. No big deal. Continue reading

Girls’ Night Out Story #1: Cathy Barnes

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In February of 1986, I turned thirty and my husband of seven years walked out. There was no warning, no prior struggles, no big fights – just a simple, “I don’t love you anymore and I don’t want to be married.”

To say the bottom dropped out of my little “Susie-Homemaker” world would be a severe understatement. Continue reading

The Morning Tide

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There is that moment in the very early morning, when I’m half awake and I don’t quite know where or when I am.

When the light hits only the highest places, when the heat of the day is still distant, and I’m still allowing sleep’s current to take me wherever…

It’s the sweet moment when the quiet fills my room and my soul and I can’t remember anything.

Then, the alarm sounds and it all rushes back.  Continue reading

The Associative Property

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“Tell ’em about your blog, honey!” My husband waved his arm from me to our new friends with a proud gesture.

I could feel my face redden before the words were half-out of his mouth. I shot him a look, but it was too late. Their eyes were already glazing over. Continue reading

The God of Water

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Water, like a wild Love that’s constrained

By dams of fear and levees of hate,

Builds a fierce current, black and white and jealous.

Until it overtakes its boundaries, and levels everything in its path.

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When Your Dreams Don’t Fit You… Yet

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I entered the room and found her studying her reflection in the mirror, a girlish habit that sends up a maternal red-flag. “Do you like it, Mom?”

She was trying on a hand-me down dress given to her by an older friend. She tugged at the ill-fitting neckline and bodice; her body not yet the shape for its womanly cut.

I gotta give her credit. The girl dreams big.

And she’s a lot like me.

She pulled at the fabric and shifted her body until her reflection matched how she felt: bigger, older, and like someone else.

I’m honored to be featured at God Sized Dreams today. Please follow me there to read the rest of the story…

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When the Empty Tomb Seems Too Far Away

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I want to run.

I want to be like Peter, the disciple who ran for the tomb on the third day. The one who leaned in to the emptiness and believed.

“Now on the first day of the week Mary Magdalene came to the tomb early, while it was still dark, and saw that the stone had been taken away from the tomb. So she ran and went to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved, and said to them, “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb, and we do not know where they have laid him.” So Peter went out with the other disciple, and they were going toward the tomb. Both of them were running together, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first. And stooping to look in, he saw…” (John 20: 1-5)

I read the story of the Resurrection and cheer Peter on. My soul runs with him, toward the hope that I know is there… because I know the story so well. Because I love happy endings and want one for Peter- whose floundering faith reminds me so much of my own. Continue reading

The Rock of Ages

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The Law was etched into it, carving God’s people out of the world and into holiness. It was held high then smashed to the ground in a frustrated rage – because all fall short. A stone mirror reflecting a broken people.

They placed their offerings upon it. An altar without rest, and messy from endless efforts to cover their own sin. Spilling gallon upon gallon of the wrong kind of blood. A stone table for doing work their hands could never finish.  Continue reading

Why Does The Resurrection Matter?

Jonathan Dockery*, a young, hip artist, in his last semester at seminary, created this video for Easter. I have no words. It’s beautiful.

I pray it brings you the hope of the Restoration.

*Jonathan works as a graphic designer at Central Presbyterian Church and attends Covenant Theological Seminary.

Sockless Faith

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I sat in the tiny chair, held up the Picture Bible a little higher for effect, and spoke in my best Miss Pattycake voice…

“…then, Jesus wrapped a towel around His waist and washed their feet.

They stared at me like little robots. Clearly, they aren’t paying attention, I thought.  Continue reading

In Between the Drop-Offs and Pick-Ups

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We sat in the parking lot with our mouths open wide, every parental fiber wanting to march in there and drag our son back to the car.

Van loads of middle-school girls wearing booty shorts and skin-tight t-shirts giggled into the mixer.

“Is there a volleyball game tonight?” I asked, hopefully. Continue reading

Heaven Off Highway E

Recently, my sister sent me a link to a real-estate listing. Because neither one of us is house hunting, I was curious. I clicked on it and saw a picture of a small white house with black shutters sitting between a field and a pond. Immediately, I recognized it as the ranch that my paternal grandparents lived in when we were growing up.

My grandparents have been gone for many years. I hadn’t seen it since I was a teenager when my Granny was in the kitchen and my Pa was sick in bed.

Each photo in the gallery brought with it memories I didn’t even know I still had: picking apart cattails by the pond, the smell of fish food in a container by the dock, the sound of our station-wagon tires turning onto the gravel driveway from Highway E…

By the time I clicked to the last photo, tears were rolling down my cheeks and I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t exactly sad, but I wasn’t happy either. Sometimes tears are mysterious.  Continue reading

When Two Is More Than Three

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It was another hard day of no leggings, yes pants. Homework first, FaceTime second. No eyeliner, yes blush. Talking, hugging, slamming doors…

Being a middle school girl -even a fun, beautiful, smart one- is rough.

And being her mom is exhausting.

It was the dark time of night when confidence turns into confusion and anger becomes fear. Even though I was in bed, I knew sleep probably wouldn’t come, but definitely not if I didn’t do one more thing… Continue reading