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Where is she now?

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Lifestyle | One year after a remarkable birth

A taste of the at-homeness of heaven

A taste of the at-homeness of heaven

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | I settled stiffly into my seat at church last week, counting my miseries. We were half an hour late and I had the sniffles. I had forgotten to put on lipstick…

The invisible work of washing dishes

The invisible work of washing dishes

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | This week I finally took down the jar of advice rocks from the high living room shelf. The rocks, a wedding gift, are each inscribed with a piece of marital…

Our lost lambs

Our lost lambs

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | I remember the Christmas my brother Isaac and I lost the sheep. One was small and white, a tiny plastic lamb no bigger than the baby Jesus figurine. The other…

A reminder of life and death

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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History | Our innkeeper told us we had come to Gettysburg at a propitious time: Remembrance Weekend, during which throngs of period-dressed Civil War enthusiasts march…

A fulfilling farmhouse

A fulfilling farmhouse

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | I hadn’t slept alone for nearly six months. Huddled beneath five quilts in the drafty upstairs of a West Virginia farmhouse, I listened to the boys through…

Safe not spooky

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | My husband stood in the underground stairway singing “Amazing Grace,” the song echoing off the walls and carrying into the darkness outside. We stood near…

Behind God’s frowning providence

Behind God’s frowning providence

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | I know the story of Ruth by heart because I listened to its corresponding Adventures in Odyssey episode at least 20 times during my childhood. My brother and…

A stack of prayers

A stack of prayers

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Faith & Inspiration | Lately I’ve taken up the habit of praying through index cards. My college lit professor did this, endlessly walking around the campus pond praying for our…

Vegetable-love

Vegetable-love

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Food | Last week I stood at the Saturday farmer’s market, goggling at the tomatoes. They were so red, round, and multitudinous, spread out on mismatched tables in…

Staying in tune

Staying in tune

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | This week I watched my husband string a guitar for the first time. He walked to the corner of our bedroom late one night and extracted the instrument, the…

Learning to love through a lost art

Learning to love through a lost art

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Marriage | I extracted two brown gloves from my purse and applied them to my icy hands. This was December in New York, and I had just perched myself in a waiting room…

 
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