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Nicole Unice

When Wonder Finds You

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This is a story about finding wonder, and losing it, and finding it again. This story takes place in an unlikely place (a golf course) at an unlikely time (mid-morning on a Monday). It was early spring, and a neighbor had just tipped me off that the course is closed on Monday, and the grounds crew looks the other way if you decide to run on those beautiful cart paths, and so…

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They Say The World Is Round

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They say the world is round. But I think it has sharp edges. I walk out of my door and I see new life bursting forth in glorious array, dogwoods and birds, tulips and caterpillars. All of creation sings of his glory. But through another door in another part of the world is a baby girl in an airport terminal, bloodied, crying over her mama. (Video here; hard to watch…

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Fullness.

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(Thanks to Nicki Metcalf photography for capturing this moment–God is so good, and I am overwhelmed by the way he moved at un/defined. What a joy.) This is a full season. I have known “full” before–with busyness, with young children, with impending changes. But this feels like a new kind of full–a deep passion to bring scripture to you, to let God’s word alone do its work in your soul….

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Full Life.

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She hurries along the well-beaten path, shielding her face from the sharp rays of the sun. Many have walked these steps—earlier this morning and for generations before, seeking the water so necessary for every part of life. The family tree has splintered, but the roots stay connected here at Jacob’s well. In the stories she knows, wells always hold promise—where Isaac and Rebekah’s love story began, where Jacob first loved…

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Running in the Dark

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This morning I dragged myself out of bed to run. And by run, I mean stagger through the dark and call it exercise. It was soupy-fog-dark, a dark that made even my feet feel far away, swallowing the dim beam of my flashlight before it ever had a chance to shine. Faith is running in the dark. It’s putting one foot in front of the other even when you can…

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A Morning Rescue Prayer

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Father, be kind to me for I am not good at being kind to myself  Father, be near to me I’ve wandered so far and cannot find my way home  Father, be strong for me for I’ve carried burdens too heavy for my heart  Father, be real to me I’ve fashioned a mirage of impressions and smoke  Father, show love to me for I need more than doctrine to know I’m alive …

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Because You’ll Be Changed

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It’s been a hectic season, my friends. I’ve shared some bits with you and your response has been overwhelming, just dripping with so much love and grace that I haven’t been able to respond back to all of it. The sweet notes, emails, texts, gifts, cards in my office. (who knew Hallmark made a card for ordination? I got at least six of them…). I am just overcome with it…

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Decisions.

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This is the last post in a series On why I’m Becoming a Pastor. You’ll want to start here. If God wanted me to be a pastor, why didn’t he make me a man? I’ve thought that so many times. I’ve thought it as a question, as an argument. I’ve prayed it with defiant anger and I’ve prayed it with sad frustration. I’ve prayed into the mystery of it for…

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Enter Doubt.

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This is part three of a series called “On Why I’m Becoming A Pastor.” You’ll want to start reading here first. One of Doubt’s strongest assets is her timing. She stays quiet for me until a decision is made, until a direction is set, and then she begins. She is relentless. She’s like a friend at the movies who whispers constantly in your ear, commentating the whole thing. But Doubt…

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The Diversion

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This is part two of a series. Start here first. I wore a blue sweater dress and black flats with a big bow on the toe. We stood in a receiving line and I locked hands with hundreds of people, who congratulated us kids like we had done something to deserve it; somehow because our dad was being promoted also promoted us. I remember thinking how important it felt to be…

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