Author: Lesley Ryden

High Stakes

Dear “Beginning of the Journey Mom I Used To Be”, I know it is loud there on that living room floor, with Dora the Explorer singing from the TV and toy trucks honking and the baby crying. I know you feel like your ears are bleeding but please lean in closely so I can whisper a secret to you… Ready? Here it is; Today, the stakes aren’t that high. Please hear these words with my upmost love and compassion. Don’t believe the isolating lie that no one gets it or understands. Believe me, I do. Remember, I was you...

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Open Door Calling

Calling. It is a bit of a buzz word in Christian culture today. And for everyone of us who gets passionate about the subject of our “calling” I believe there are at least as many of us who get annoyed, or discouraged, or feel shame. I know because that used to be me. Not very long ago I was standing on the annoyed-discouraged-shamed hill looking over at the perceived “called” ones, all joyful and fulfilled on their hill, and I couldn’t figure out how to cross the space in between. And honestly, I didn’t know if I wanted to....

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Spacious Places

“When hard pressed, I cried to the Lord; He brought me into a spacious place.” Psalm 118:5 Does that verse fell like the most refreshing breeze on your weary face? Does it feel like a gentle whisper to your bleeding ears? Like a quiet exit ramp off the jammed highway? Take a deep breath, close your eyes, picture your favorite “spacious place,” and then speak these words aloud: “When hard pressed, I cried to the Lord; He brought me into a spacious place.” In his absolute treasure of a book entitled “Celebration of Discipline,” Richard Foster says this; “In...

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Are We Refusing Refuge?

In my new found adventure of “wannabe” homesteader, I have recently acquired a mixed flock of chickens. We brought them home as one-day-old chicks, fluffly and precious. We have kept them warm on heated bathroom floors, fed them, watched them grow, moved them to the big coop, laughed as they “free-ranged” right up to the back door, and waited anxiously for that first, magical egg to appear. Now, my favorite part of the day is donning my boots, grabbing my basket, and gathering those beautiful eggs, “Laura Ingalls” style. Without a rooster among them, those eggs will never hatch,...

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Laundry Day

  On a recent Sunday afternoon, my husband sat beside me on the couch and proclaimed, “I need to do some laundry.” In your house this may be a normal statement, not causing the raised eyebrows and questioning look that it raised in mine. But in this home, I do the laundry. It’s not that I particularly LOVE the task of sorting, washing, drying, folding, and ironing all of the dirty clothes the six of us produce on a weekly basis, but as the stay-at-home parent and executive domestic engineer of this family, laundry is one of my jobs....

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