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		<title>Lollipops</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 10:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Erin Cushman Summertime makes me think of popsicles and lollipops, playing in sprinklers and waving sparklers in a July 4th parade. (I honestly can&#8217;t remember if my childhood was so iconic; it&#8217;s more likely that my memories are supplemented with clips from the movie, The Sandlot.) But, all that to say, Lollipops make me &#8230; <a href="http://hopemommies.org/lollipops">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Father&#8217;s Day</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Jun 2013 10:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Holly Steele &#8220;It’s a boy!&#8221; were the words we heard for the second time on a beautiful March afternoon. I could see the huge smile on Ryan’s face without even looking at him. I am sure he was already day dreaming about all the sports they were going to be playing in the backyard &#8230; <a href="http://hopemommies.org/fathers-day">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Hope is an Anchor</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 08:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Kelly Mahalak ANCHOR n. 1. An object attached to a vessel used to keep the vessel in place 2. A source of security and stability In a split second, my life changed. It happened so suddenly. I had no warning, no time to prepare. With an &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry&#8221; and a pathetic look of desperation &#8230; <a href="http://hopemommies.org/hope-is-an-anchor-2">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>It&#8217;s a Process</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 May 2013 03:02:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Kelly Mahalak Miscarriage. Stillbirth. Infant loss. These are things we don&#8217;t often consider when we see those two pink lines. We immediately start wondering, boy or girl? Will (s)he have his eyes? My nose? His dimples? It wasn&#8217;t until I was laying in that hospital bed with the deafening silence of the doppler that &#8230; <a href="http://hopemommies.org/its-a-process">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>There&#8217;s More To It</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 10:00:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Sara Virdell Pain.  Deep, deep pain.  The unfortunate part of living life is that we experience pain on many different levels.  The pain of losing a child, a baby, is crippling.  The more unfortunate part is having this type of immense pain added to the previous trials, failures, hurts, and wounds we had before &#8230; <a href="http://hopemommies.org/theres-more-to-it">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Honest Truth</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 10:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Melissa Heerebout I am sitting here writing this on Mother’s Day Eve. My 3 kids are in bed and my husband is working late. Tomorrow will be my fourth Mother’s Day without my son Izaak. Tonight I sit on my couch trying to catch my breath from the messy tears I’ve been crying. It &#8230; <a href="http://hopemommies.org/the-honest-truth">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>THAT time of year</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 08:00:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Chelsea Jacobs It&#8217;s that time of year again. The time of year when every commercial is painted in pinks and yellows and shares great gift ideas for moms. The time of year when preschools everywhere invest in finger paint and glitter glue as crafts are carefully created for mothers. The time of year when &#8230; <a href="http://hopemommies.org/that-time-of-year">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>God Exists, and Has Spoken to Us</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 May 2013 19:07:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Erin Cushman &#8220;So faith comes from hearing, and hearing by the Word of Christ.&#8221; Romans 10:17 For the next few In The Word Wednesdays, we&#8217;ll do a short exploration of the the character of God. The primary texts and sources used will the the Holy Bible, Systematic Theology by Wayne Grudem, and God is &#8230; <a href="http://hopemommies.org/god-exists-and-has-spoken-to-us">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Who Needs Friends?</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 09:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://hopemommies.org/?p=1264</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[by Erin Cushman After college, I moved to Chicago for a change of pace. I wanted &#8211; and needed - to spread my wings, abandon my safety zone of family for a time, and learn what it meant to fully depend on the Lord. Being 22, I thought the idea of learning loneliness sounded so &#8230; <a href="http://hopemommies.org/who-needs-friends">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Anyway</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Apr 2013 06:00:15 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[by Kelly Mahalak The headlines have seemed especially bleak lately. Images of tragedy after tragedy flash across the television screen and the news feed. It&#8217;s not uncommon when there is so much pain staring us in the face to turn our voices to the heavens and cry out &#8220;WHY?&#8221; Why do so many bad things &#8230; <a href="http://hopemommies.org/anyway">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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