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<p>&#8220;Let me show you what I made on my Bible App this morning.&#8221; My neighbor lifted her phone from her side as we hustled along our summer run.  She jogged and juggled her phone until finally opening YouVersion on her home screen. &#8220;Look at my prayer for this summer&#8230;&#8221; And there it was.  A picture of her son &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2015/06/09/look-straight-ahead-at-your-home-screen/">Continue reading <span

<p>I shuffled crumbs around on my kitchen counter with a damp cloth.  My head tilted into my shoulder, balancing my cell phone as I cleaned up after supper and reflected on a day that I am certain was longer than 24 hours. My friend listened quietly as I pulled up a chair for her &#8211; &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2015/06/05/downloading-youtruth/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>Last summer the boys voted against swim team. No early practice.  No late night meets. In my ideal mommy brain, this was an excellent idea.  The boys and I would have slow, leisure mornings &#8211; sipping coffee and tall glasses of OJ.  We&#8217;d dabble in chores, pack a healthy lunch, load up for the pool mid-morning &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2015/05/29/boundaries-bootcamp-and-a-splash-in-the-concrete-pond/">Continue reading <sp

<p>I do it every May. Before the kids can even set down their backpacks from the school year, I am already mapping out &#8220;The-Most-Incredible-Summer-EVER&#8221;&#8230; VBS Reservations, Music Camps, Baseball Clinics, Drawing Lessons, Pool Playdates, Road Trips, etc. All of it &#8211; already on the books.  And, honestly, even more. But this morning, the Lord says, &#8220;Hold your horses &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2015/05/25/before

<p>I grew up in the back seat of mama&#8217;s Chevrolet. You see, my mother loved real estate.  She loved brand new homes, renovated homes, big kitchens with cherry cabinets, and screened-in porches.  Sundays we would drive, searching for Parade of Homes and Open Houses and any For Sale signs staked deeply in acre lots. After &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2015/05/21/when-the-er-doctor-knows-your-name/">Continue reading <span class="meta-n

<p>The gun fired early on that unseasonably cold March morning.  And off we went.  Ten thousand of my closest runner friends and me at the Knoxville Half Marathon.  The morning was perfect.  A bright sunrise over the stillness of East Tennessee&#8217;s prized town. However, when race day falls on a Sunday morning, that poses a &#8220;fan-based&#8221; &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2015/04/27/a-sign-held-high-for-you/">Continue reading <spa