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by Dawn Camp | Aug 23, 2006 | family & friends, kid funnies

I found out what MW means: moi! I guess I need to teach that boy French (or at least French spelling).

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Today we awoke to a world without you in it. I do

Today we awoke to a world without you in it. I don’t know how to move on from this. How does a person bear so much sorrow? But yours is gone now. You carried pain and brokenness that this world could never have healed.

Sabra, you lived in the extremes: the brightest light and the blackest darkness. Mothering you was both joyful and terrifying. You rejected the middle ground.

You were never a footnote—always the headline.

You knew who you were. You were hardheaded but soft-hearted. You nurtured things and people that others overlooked.

You left behind three precious children, and we’ll do our best to raise them. As Ryan said this week, “People love us so much.” They sure do. And your brothers and sisters are the world’s best aunts and uncles. We’ll do our best to do right by your babies.

Today, your heart, lungs, liver, and kidneys find homes inside recipients desperate for a fighting chance to live. We grieve, but others rejoice. I cannot wait for their letters to arrive. Their stories will bring comfort in the days ahead.

Thank you to everyone who’s brought a meal, sent a text, said a prayer, listened, or offered a hug. We need you. Your love, kindness, and support bless us and honor Sabra’s memory.

Gone 21 years, never forgotten. The wisest woman I

Gone 21 years, never forgotten. The wisest woman I’ve ever known. I miss you, Mother! ♥️

Surreal to celebrate almost 16 years with the @inc

Surreal to celebrate almost 16 years with the @incourage community and my fellow contributors last week! I see these women once a year, but they’re a safe space for my words and my heart and I don’t take that for granted.

Love you girls (& still awaiting the day I can buy Mexican Fresca in the US)!! ♥️😍

Six months. Six months ago today, a surgeon piece

Six months.

Six months ago today, a surgeon pieced together my shattered right humerus with a plate and screws. I’ve got an 11” scar from shoulder to elbow, the span needed to connect solid bones together. No doubt, this has been the physical low point in my life, but today I’ve got nothing but gratitude. 🙌

I’ve started throwing a rubber ball about the size and weight of a softball at occupational therapy. My aim is $#%& most of the time, but it feels soooo good. I’ve moved past muscle memory into the overthinking stage, but that’s okay: I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t overthink. I couldn’t get to sleep one night because I couldn’t stop throwing that ball in my head. 😂

I was a third of the way through the second draft of my first novel when I fell. Now I’m on my fourth draft, have received feedback from beta readers, and continue to edit and polish each day. I’m three lessons away from completing a thirty lesson online writing class, and when I finish it and my fourth draft, I’ll hire an editor for a manuscript assessment.

I’ve booked pitch slots at the Atlanta Writers Conference in May, I’m submitting my first thirty pages and book synopsis in a contest at another conference, and I entered a short story in another competition.

Life is hard sometimes, but God is good. I’m so grateful for progress. 😍

The #FunnyGirlTour opened tonight in Atlanta to on

The #FunnyGirlTour opened tonight in Atlanta to one of the most enthusiastic audiences I’ve seen at a @broadwayatlanta show. The production was incredible and I can’t believe how much the lead sounded like Barbra Streisand, who starred in the 1968 movie about the life of Fanny Brice, a comedienne and entertainer from the early 1900s.

Get your (funny) girls together for a night out! Funny Girl runs until this Sunday, August 4 @thefoxtheatre.

Thanks @bravepratl, @funnygirlbwy!
#BroadwayAtlanta #atthefox

When I started writing a novel in April 2023, I ha

When I started writing a novel in April 2023, I had no idea it would take more than a year to write or change me so completely. I feel like a different person.

Tonight I finished the first draft on the due date I chose months ago. I pushed through with my highest ever word count in a day (and wrote almost 7K more words than my goal), because we have a family camping trip this weekend and I didn’t want to be too distracted about finishing to be fully present.

My agent became my acquisitions editor (xoxoxo @sammynruth 😘) so I need a new one. And I I’ll need a publisher too. And 2nd & 3rd & however many drafts. But right now I’m celebrating a big WIN!! (Thanks for listening ♥️)

#amwriting #writersofinstagram #weareincourage

For fifteen years, @incourage has been a home for

For fifteen years, @incourage has been a home for the hearts of women around the world. It’s been a home for my heart too.

Each year, the contributors go on a retreat together (thank you, @dayspringcards!). It’s a brilliant plan, really: we spend time face-to-face (geographically, we’re across the US, Canada, and Iceland), building relationships that carry us through hard times. Then we “go first” sharing our stories with you.

I love these ladies!

Super thankful to get home safely last night (& on our way to see @seanofthesouth tonight!). On my final flight, our plane was struck by lightning. I was engrossed in a book on my kindle and never lowered the window covering, so I saw it hit the wing out of the corner of my eye. We heard a big pop and everyone gasped, yelled, whatever, but then started talking again. Most of the windows were down and people didn’t know what happened. I started praying and paid attention to see if the plane felt funny, but it didn’t.

When we landed, they said we should thank the pilot for getting us safely through the storm. I asked the two flight attendants at the exit if we’d been hit, and they confirmed it. I seemed to be the only passenger who knew it. 😳

{The Fresca? Mexican Fresca has sugar, not aspartame!}

Loved celebrating @justjordiesmith & @stephenlangs

Loved celebrating @justjordiesmith & @stephenlangston tonight — what a beautiful bride!

Breaking bread together involves more than eating;

Breaking bread together involves more than eating; it’s about serving people and spending time with them. It’s about slowing down, sharing stories, and savoring food and fellowship. You don’t need to throw a fancy dinner party (although you certainly can if you’re able and enjoy it).

But all you really need to do is just open your circle a little wider. Pull up an extra chair to the table.

Please join me today @incourage for The Ministry of Breading Bread!

Links to (in)courage posts in IG bio or at https://www.incourage.me/2023/12/the-ministry-of-breaking-bread.html

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