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Katie M. Scott is a write and speaker who encourages women to find true abundance with Jesus. Katie is a mom of four wild and wonderful kiddos and makes her home in West Michigan.
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Notre Dame, doubts, and decisions ☘️ (opens the original)
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I was born into a family that loves Notre Dame football. I didn’t choose this fandom, it chose me. The great thing about cheering for the Irish is that in seasons where being a fan is depressing and disheartening you can always turn on the movie Rudy and feel the echoes reawakened1.Last year, ND had a season that was “spoiled” by a couple of early, close losses to great teams, leaving their playoff hopes in jeopardy. They were “right on the bubble” of getting into the College Football Playo
Batman, crumbs, and bleachers 🏟️ (opens the original)
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Woods, tears, and remembering 🌆 (opens the original)
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25 years ago I went for a walk in the woods. I had watched all the TV I could. Because I was homeschooled, I was at home when it happened. My mom’s friend called her and told her to turn on the TV. I watched the plane hit the second tower, my oatmeal bowl unfinished. My Saxon math book still open in my lap. There were no answers, just anger, confusion, and fear—so much fear. The horror clawed at my throat, pooled in my eyes—made my stomach sick.That someone (many someones) hated my country, us,
Strawberry flats, likes, and faithfulness 👍🏼 (opens the original)
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My first job as a young teen was picking strawberries in my mom’s friend’s strawberry patch. Each morning my brothers and I would get up early and start picking berries before the day heated up. We pushed our flats along the straw-lined paths, pushing leaves aside to grab the bright red treasures hiding beneath.Once our flat was full, we’d lug it up to a wagon and trudge back to the field with our fresh flat to fill again. If I remember correctly we got paid 50 cents a quart and everyday I kept
Just me, Jesus, and the trees 🌳🌲 (opens the original)
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We have just wrapped up the last week of summer vacation—it has been a glorious and excruciating long break from the school year rhythm. We’ve squeezed in beach, lake, forest, and books in between school open houses, sorting seasonal clothes (my second son has NO JEANS that currently fit him—holy growth spurt!), yardwork, and calendaring for an ever-filling September and October. This morning I took a long solo walk in the woods. No music. No podcast. Just me, Jesus and the trees. In Japan they
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