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<p>I really shouldn&#8217;t be blogging today. I should be using these five minutes to edit my work for She Speaks and polish my talks. &nbsp;I should be printing or packing or praying or picking out shoes. &nbsp;But I must be honest&#8230;I&#8217;ve missed this place. I need to come here because I can wear my comfy &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/07/18/i-just-wanted-to-stop-by/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a

<p>Hello dear friends. The next two weeks birds may be chirping a bit over here. &nbsp;Can I tell you why? &nbsp;And ask you to pray for me 🙂 &nbsp;?? This time last year, my heart was a-breakin&#8217;. &nbsp;You see, I really, really, really, reeeaallly wanted to attend the She Speaks Conference in Concord, NC. &nbsp;This &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/07/08/will-you-pray-for-me/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span

<p>The line for visitation wrapped all the way around the sanctuary, looped through the pews, down the hall and, someone even said, back to the church office. I had never been to this church before, but even I knew the church office was a long ways off. Hundreds of people came to pay respects to &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/07/02/the-legacy-of-a-man-who-cut-wood/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></span></p>

<p>On Fridays I sometimes link up with Liso-Jo over at Tales From The Gypsy Mama. &nbsp;We write for 5 minutes with no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.Today&#8217;s prompt is: &nbsp;Dance.GO&#8230;Shake That Tambourine and DanceI have a little dancer.He is six. &nbsp;And full of life and little inhibition.My sweet Ethan. &nbsp;My musician.&nbsp;His heart for the &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/06/29/shake-that-tambourine-and

<p>I could kill any plant. &nbsp;Even a cactus is not safe with me. I&#8217;m not the neighbor you ask to water your garden while on vacation. &nbsp;Come to think of it&#8230;no one does. (smile) But this spring, I had my heart set on a beautiful front porch. &nbsp;I dreamed of draping petunias flowing over white &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/06/27/play-hard-in-the-water/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&rarr;</span></a></sp

<p>The other night I sat upright in Luke&#8217;s bed. &nbsp;His three-year-old body had ran, jumped, sprinted, hopped, danced, giggled, wiggled, peed, pooped, ate, drank, sang, three-wheeled, squealed,&nbsp;swung, slid, not napped and disobeyed for nearly thirteen hours. &nbsp;And he was still going. I was so tired. &nbsp;Oh my word. Brent was working late and it had &hellip; <span class="more-link"><a href="https://beckycrenshaw.com/2012/06/25/im-losing-my-mind-kind-of-day/"