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Swimming with Bacon Bit with Christ as King

… for several weeks now I’ve had a swimming companion. This person swims 24/7 and has already taught me a great deal. Admittedly, maybe not much about swimming. But plenty about submitting to God’s will in all things. And lots about hope, trust, and finding joy in the moment.

I affectionately call my swim buddy “Bacon Bit.”

Capture Your Grief Day 10: Beliefs

I was a big fan of Joan of Arcadia back in the day. (I’m still disappointed it was pulled after just two seasons.) I loved how Joan—and the audience—never knew whose voice God would use to speak to her. Tonight, as my nine-year-old son read to the four-year-old (and the seven-year-old eavesdropped), I thought of Joan.  It […]

Capture Your Grief Day 2: Identity

October 2, 2013 I am the mother of five boys. My husband and I have joked that the reason God hasn’t given us a girl yet is that we can’t agree on a girl name. In five pregnancies, we haven’t decided on a girl name once, but the boys’ names have come relatively easily. Even […]


“…And forgive us our tresspasses as we forgive those who tresspass against us…” Those are familiar words, but, too often, a foreign concept.  We live in a culture that remembers and encourages us to stoke anger and feed grudges.  After all, if the wife of the politician who cheated with a lobbyist forgives her husband, […]

a previously censored portion of my "I like bacon" post

I considered opening this with a disclaimer, but then I remembered: this is my blog, and I’m not forcing anyone to read it, let alone agree with it. So here goes. I am Catholic, an actual Catholic who believes & agrees with the Pope. (Ok, at least most of the time. There are, admittedly, some […]

torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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