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Camilla’s Story

Camilla’s Story

Being jolted awake by the sound of a newborn cry was only starting to become familiar to ‘Camilla.’ Her baby boy was only five weeks old, and her life was unrecognizable to her. She was dragged through each day by maternal instincts, caffeine, and the adrenaline that...

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The Reality of Our Suffering

The Reality of Our Suffering

The smell of the French countryside wafted in the open window. The air felt purer than back home, somehow. My four-year-old sister, Hanna, bounced happily on a quilt made by my great-grandmother. This was where we spent our summers in my childhood.   In a split...

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Stuck… Like Really Stuck

Stuck… Like Really Stuck

The ice-cold water rushed past me, and I wanted to move but my legs were stuck.   Like really stuck.   I could not feel my legs seconds after I was submerged in the icy, spring-fed Falls.   Upon scampering up this waterfall with my kids one summer while my husband was...

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To Know and to be Known

To Know and to be Known

I love people!    I treasure knowing others and being known deeply.    My identity has been shaped and formed in relationship .    When I look at the last couple years, I find more and more people unhappy, isolated, and yet "connected" with so many people through...

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Reordering Perspective

Reordering Perspective

As a father of five kids, I still am in awe each day as I experience the unique, unrepeatable, masterpiece of each of my children.    Often I find myself reflecting on why I love them so deeply and what makes them so precious to me. As any parent knows, we actually...

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And my Soul Shall be Healed

And my Soul Shall be Healed

During our wedding ceremony we laid flat on our faces.   Yes, me in my gown, Tim in his tux; friends and family all looking on.   We laid down on the altar, faces down, and arms stretched out before the Lord.   Laying prostrate is an act of humble submission. When we...

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Remembrance: My Father

Remembrance: My Father

The tears burned hot behind my eyes in church today as we prayed for all the dads in the parish. As my husband stood there with our children gazing at him while the pastor blessed the men scattered around the church, I just was so proud and happy that they were lucky...

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Rhythms have a way of getting interrupted

Rhythms have a way of getting interrupted

Rhythms are so good for us.      Coffee every morning, reading before bed, BBQ on the 4th of July.      When I was young, every time it rained my mom would set out painting easels and plastic aprons. After our masterpieces had dried, we’d make popcorn and watch a...

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What’s the Solution

What’s the Solution

At Life on Belay, we hope to be a catalyst for community change so that vulnerable individuals everywhere will be served better and more effectively. So, how do we do it? How do we solve this problem? The problem we identified was threefold:   Nonprofit Limitations...

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