How it All Started

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How it All Started You’ve seen all the stuffed Mavis dogs, the chicken suit, the backpacks, the care packages, the party hats and joy jumps, but you’re probably wondering how it all began. In 2011, Joy in the Cause founder, Lisa Bain, and her mom foun

Fences and Forgiveness

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I run by it every day and can still hear our conversation about “the fence”. It has been replaced several times since we moved to our neighborhood in 2003.  My Mom and I used to take walks by this fence during her cancer journey and I still run by i

Your sunrise is on the way!

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I was up early, earlier than usual, and stepped out to see the most glorious sunrise. As I drank my coffee on the porch swing with my dogs enjoying that quiet moment, I was brought back to remember time on that same porch swing with my Mom many years ago.

Turning the mundane into miraculous!

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When those “blah” moments come, and life seems to feel unpredictable and mundane. Those moments can hit hard on a rainy Monday morning can’t they? Just remember that some of the biggest miracles can be found in those mundane moments…..if we lo

Normal?

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Normal. It’s been mentioned a lot as people are anxious for this pandemic to be a thing of the past. Websters defines normal as conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected. Do I really want to go back to that normal? As I think about “normal

GRACE……when you need it most.

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  There it was, my favorite chair stool sitting in my closet that I sit in every day….to pray, to think, to listen to the quiet.  That chair has been a place that has become kind of a retreat for me, from the noise of life.  I always place my fac

Shhh. Listen….

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  Shhh….hear that? The sound of complete quiet. Usually I hear cars rushing by our window early in the morning. Not today. It is complete quiet. We are all getting a lot more of that “quiet” these days with this time of quarantine aren’t

Brokenness, Battles, and Empty Buckets

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The chemo had just begun.  She was holding that little wooden cross she was given, and took with her to every chemo.  I was sitting beside her, praying there would be no side effects this time.  It was in these moments that the deep conversations began