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Day 22: Having an Ordinary Day

My liturgical friends have a stretch of the church calendar they call “ordinary time”. I don’t know very much about it, but I think it has something to do with the rhythms of life, and the way that the high points and holidays are scattered across stretches of the year that are simply ordinary. Today…

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Day 21: Walking with God

I used to think of God as always either calling or sending. But those ideas — calling or sending — suggest that god is somewhere other than right beside me I now think of god who as one who walks along with me, every step. And god isn’t nearly so concerned with where I walk, as much as that I stay…

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Day 20: Coming Home

Every time I walk through that terminal, past the baggage claim and out the front doors, I love this city a little bit more. This morning she was quiet, hung with thin grey clouds. Scattered amidst her familiar landmarks, the trees are lighting up in a million shades of red. She’s beautiful.   /// Home…

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Day 19: Finding My People

  It’s Monday morning after a flawless weekend; you know the type. One of those Monday mornings where we’re texting our new friends and reliving memories and telling inside jokes and making playlists and promising to stay friends forever. It’s been the same since the first Monday morning after teen camp, back when we were in…

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Day 18: Being Present

I’m growing to believe that being present is one of the greatest gifts we can give, to ourselves and to our fellow humans. It’s not easy, though. There are a thousand things distracting us from being present all the time — the voices spinning circles inside our heads, to-do lists begging for attention, electronic devices,…

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Day 17: Living the Best Day of My Life

“THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!” I announced this effusively over black coffee and fresh-squeezed orange juice at a cafe in Little Rock this morning. Maybe I was just being dramatic. The first black coffee of the day tends to have the effect on me, especially with warm sunlight streaming through big windows…

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Day 16: Healing

I don’t need a calendar to tell me it’s been a year. I can feel it in the air when I step outside, the crisp wind that tears leaves from trees and sends them skidding down Minneapolis sidewalks. Images crowd in at the periphery of my memory. I don’t need to glance at them to know…

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Day 15: Roadtripping

Today I drove from Chicago to Little Rock. I want to have something profound to say, but I am so very full of pizza right now. So I’m going to sit here on my man Cory’s couch and talk to my people. (When you get a chance to hang out with your internet friends in…

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Day 14: Looking Back

I’m sitting in the Minneapolis airport, about to hop on a plane toward Chicago and a weekend with the Bedlam Family. I just got done reading a thing Melissa Hawks wrote, a story about how we became friends. It started with an interview at a pizza shop in Minneapolis last fall. It’s funny, reading it now, because…

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Day 13: Giving Up

I did not want to get out of bed today. Everything felt grey and numb and lifeless, and I couldn’t even remember how to begin being human. Laying there on my mattress, I thought of how last week that I’d woken up and done yoga and gone running and kicked ass all day. It felt like a…

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