Happy New Year Anchored Voices readers! We are hopeful this blog finds you well and rejuvenated as we march onward into 2017. For me, a new year brings about anticipatory feelings of hope and elation. I reflect upon the works God completed in me throughout the past year, and I prepare my heart for what…
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Dear Adoptive Parents
Dear adoptive parents, There is something I want you to know, and I am unashamedly going to steal a line from NBC’s Parenthood’s patriarch, Zeek Braverman, to do it. “I hear you, and I see you.” I hear you. I hear your earnest, heart-filled desires to bring children into your homes. You pour out your…
Words of Awareness
There are those in life you hope you never hurt. Those who have walked with you through sacred space and have defined friendship for you. Some of my very favorite people in the world I have known since high school. These women,17 years of friendship, and thousands of memories have created some of my most…
Running the Race of Endurance
I stood amongst the crowd of Oktoberfest runners. I was about to start my 6th, and hopefully not my last, 5k. I shot a precautionary glance at the dark clouds looming above me. The start time was nearing, but I knew the rain would not hold off. The rain began to drip, drip, drip. Do…
Dreams from the Threshing Floor
At the beginning of the year, I was challenged to pray about a word to set the tone of 2016. I prayed, and to my delight and dismay, God put the word “Yes” on my heart. Terror and exhilaration encapsulated in three little letters. I am a goal-oriented woman. My dreams are well known by…
The Mastery of Self
Many a time when we hear the word self-control, we think of how we can temper ourselves or fix something within that is spiraling into chaos. We think of the worldly perspective of self-control: “Behave yourself.” “Girl, show some restraint.” “Check yourself before you wreck yourself.” Although these worldly perspectives are laced with good…
Patience in the Small Things
I did not anticipate writing this week’s post. In fact, I was geared up, ready to write last week’s post on peace, and then life got tremendously busy, and time slipped away from me. For the first time in months, I missed a deadline. I’m sitting on my back deck now, writing about patience….
The Faithful Oak
The soft grasses sway in the light breeze. The luscious meadow appears to be dancing to a tune not played for human ears. The afternoon sun warms the rippling brook framing the ancient oak tree that still stands firm. Its roots delve deeply into the earth below. The knotty bark echoes stories of children swinging…
Hope for Gardening
I sat, kneeled, and squatted until my muscles ached and burned from fatigue. My nails, even when covered with gloves, became encrusted with earth. The sun beat on my back. Sweat trickled down my neck. I, the greenthumb’s daughter, was gardening for the second weekend in a row. Let’s be real: I never voluntarily garden….
Hope for Spring
It was one of those days in which the rain kept coming. I stood behind my church’s connection desk, and watched as one of the greeter’s hair soared straight into the air, as the wind swirled and ruffled it to and fro. The drear and drizzle continued throughout most of the afternoon. It was the…
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