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Friends-giving

Last night, we participated in our first Friends-giving–a new tradition definitely worth repeating. We gathered with five other couples that have become more than just neighbors over the past year. They have become a part of our faith community at Center Church. They have become dear friends.
We ate the most delicious ham–crisp on the edges, dripping with sugary warm glaze. The scalloped potatoes were piping hot–cheese melting off every bite.

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Excuses That Send a Good Marriage Spinning

We were warned.
They told us it would be hard. They told us it could destroy our marriage. Not that we doubted them. We just believed we had it covered.
We had thirteen solid years of marriage under our belt. We’d been through much harder things then starting a new church. We did have a baby with Down Syndrome after all. How hard could birthing a church be? Vocational ministry is what we do. We love this stuff.
But just one year later, I found myself sitting in a conference workshop.

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What To Drink In A Drought

Seasons don’t change much here in sunny San Diego. But we love to pretend. So as soon as the weather dips below 70 degrees, we throw on scarves and boots with our tank top and shorts. And if you are feeling really festive, you hop in your car for the scenic drive up into the hills of Julian for apple picking. Of course, you grab a pumpkin spice latte on the way.
 
That’s exactly what our Tribe did recently.

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#momfail

          Some days, I feel like a bad mom. Today, in fact. It’s actually a newer emotion for me. One that I’m learning to navigate. This ugly head has reared as my kids have grown into early elementary. When they were little “littles,” I was a “remarkable” mom. Running up the score of good motherhood in those days was a full diaper bag loaded with wipes. Goldfish and cheerios were always packed in a cool container.

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That’s It–I’m Homeschooling

As most of you know, the Jones Tribe has been on a year-long journey. Our travels have not taken us far as the crow flies. We have only voyaged about thirty minutes up the freeway. But the trek from suburban to urban living has been a hike with many unexpected turns. Since the outset of our expedition, I have sensed an assurance from God that He has crafted this plan for me. And if it’s His plan for me, it’s His plan for my children.

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