Dear Scott, We’ve weathered many rocky and dark roads together, two children born with life-threatening conditions, the day-to-day bone-wearying struggle to care for a child with special needs, the end of a church, the death of a child. Statistics say that the burden of all of that should have ripped us apart years ago. I…

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Scott spent three days out of town this week, getting back just before midnight last night. I was so busy getting different kids to different places at the same time that I can’t think in anything more than lists today. Here are a few things that have caught my eye this week, in between loads…

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I could make all sorts of excuses. …The church we attend doesn’t observe Lent (or any of the liturgical calendar, for that matter).  …I kept forgetting to take my anti-depressant and vitamins, which left me exhausted most of the last few months. …The time I had set aside for reading and prayer ended up being…

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Dear Scott, When I read the writing prompt for this week, “On the Names I Call You,” I had no idea what to write. I don’t really have any special names for you. Plenty of people have nicknamed you — “Connick,” “Scotty,” “Woddy,” “S. Wod,” and my favorite, “Russian Bear” by the security guard in…

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