by Gwen | Mar 31, 2018 | Adelaide, Basics, Challenges, Easter, Faith, Family, Grace, Harper, Heathcliff, Holidays, Hunter, Jesus, Kids, Love, Peace, Relationships, Stella, Theology, Truth
I’ve been looking for the essence of Easter. Cleaning out the closet, if you will, and ditching all of the stuff that may be nice, interesting, or appealing to someone else, but for me not really useful. I don’t want to argue about theology. I don’t even want to try to understand everything. I just want Easter in a nutshell, Easter distilled, Easter in its simplest form.
by Gwen | Nov 21, 2017 | Authenticity, Basics, Church, Community, Faith, Friendship, Holidays, Jesus, Jim Ford, Kids, Love, Relationships, Thankfulness, Uncategorized
This is a picture of some of the world’s greatest body builders, all assembled in one place for an early Thanksgiving dinner. The little church building on the corner of where highways 309 and 23 meet in Ozark–Webb City Baptist–can’t contain them all at once anymore. Lifting weights, after all, makes you grow.
by Gwen | Apr 22, 2017 | Authenticity, Education, Friendship, Gratefulness Project, Literature, Love, Motherhood, Paola Gemme, Relationships, Students, Uncategorized
This is Paola. Dr. Paola Gemme. We met when she walked in the door of Witherspoon 108 to teach Immigrant Literature, a class I was in for my master’s. I thought she was fascinating with her impeccable style–she wore these amazing Italian clothes–and...
by Gwen | Mar 16, 2017 | Basics, Family, Gratefulness Project, Kids, Love, Motherhood, Relationships
I am grateful I have no time. Really. This is the conclusion I’ve reached after much careful deliberation.
by Gwen | Jan 20, 2017 | Birthday, Faith, Family, Gratefulness Project, Jesus, Love, Motherhood, Relationships, Thankfulness
Dear Moma,
Thank you for bringing me into the world.
by Gwen | Jul 6, 2016 | Anxiety, Equality, Exercise, Faith, Friendship, Homosexuality, Hope, Jesus, Justice, Love, Relationships, Social justice
Those dudes were resourceful and hardworking. And they essentially had taken a pile of something nasty and cleaned it up. No huge, sweeping gesture, no dramatic production. They had just done what they could do. Rolling the mess into little balls and taking it away.
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