Articles by Marian Green

Marian Green resides with her husband and four children. She is an adoptive mom, a pastor's wife, and (once again) a student. She is currently working on a non-fiction project for "bad girls" -- helping women who have lived lives of promiscuity to redefine marital intimacy. In between it all she takes a deep breath and realizes, none of this was what she had planned in life ... and she loves it. Marian blogs at Uprooted and Undone.


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Why Modesty Matters

Before jeans with holes in them were sold in stores, there was thrift store scouring. My friend and I would leave school for the day and head downtown to sift through the racks for the perfect pair of vintage Levi’s. The pair that had been washed so many times they had faded, whose denim was…

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An Old Problem

It’s been six months since our child was born and my husband and I have been intimate exactly 2.5 times since her birth. Can I just tell you how my heart breaks as I write that sentence? It screams of my brokenness. It tells me that I am not healed as I once believed. Memories…

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You’re Welcome

I have a friend who is always talking about God’s classroom — the place where we are chiseled and hammered for the purpose of better reflecting His love and character in our own lives. This year He led me into the classroom of hospitality. I had plenty of time to prepare for what was ahead….

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The Language of “Yes”

It was a Monday. Mondays come after hectic Sundays and this one found me trying to finalize a paper for school, convince my children to do their school, and run up and down two flight of stairs — to and from the laundry room — so our drawers weren’t empty and we didn’t have to…

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Communication Gone Wild

I am odd combination of a firecracker and a people-pleaser. I have a streak of opinion that burns and smile that never fades — until I am home, alone. I desire authenticity and healthy relationships, but I am often unsure of how to render the two. There reaches a point where I am unwilling to…

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The Briar Patch

Hope. When I awake in the morning and lay down at night, there is one hope that I can hang onto. It brings peace to all arguments, vision to my life’s dreams, and authenticity in my mistakes: He’s not finished in me. The work He began has not been completed. And my head falls onto…

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Chin Down

“You walk with your chin held high. It becomes you.” “Do I?” “Yes. You walk with elegance.” I was only 14, but I already knew this posture of pride and — according to my grandmother — carried it off nicely as I walked across the bridge from high school to her car. I took her…

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Hungry

“Hi,” I reach across the bottom of the slide to shake her hand. “My name is Marian.” I know we’ve only talked for 15 minutes, but are you a potential friend? I chide myself for sounding so desperate and keep talking about a little bit of everything and yet nothing at all. It’s all surface….

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Harnessing Fear

“Boys, watch out for your brother, alright?” “Stay away from the edge of the deck. And especially don’t hang over the side.” “I don’t think you’re ready to ride your bike to the park. You never know what kind of people are up there.” “Honey, did you put the laundry basket at the top of…

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Piggy Bank Holiday

I’ve hiked the Camino de Santiago in Spain, swam the turquoise waters around the Seychelles Islands, and surfed the swells off New Zealand’s coast. I’ve shopped in Prague, admired architecture in London, and scaled castle walls in Ireland. Where were my children during my international travels? Except for the castle walls — at which point…

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Neither Here, Nor There

There is a bridge between the old things in life and the new. I wasn’t aware of this bridge until I walked across it, but it’s definitely there. The journey from “daily routine” to “exciting new adventure” is longer than I imagined, and not as scenic. In fact, as I wait for our family to…

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Hollow Humility

My husband and I both agree: I’m better at our finances. So I do them. He doesn’t ask questions, never looks at statements, and has no idea what any of the passwords on any of our accounts are. I have almost complete control over them—and don’t be mistaken, am thrilled that he trusts me so…

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Here We Are

When I think of sacrifice, my mind reels toward the plethora of blessings we shower upon ourselves here in America. Personally, the only thing I see sacrificed when I look around my beautiful home is our savings account. I went to the grocery store the other day and spent $197.98 on ten days worth of…

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How Do You See Me?

Sharing is difficult for me. I fault my inability with the fact that I was the only child for nine years. For almost a decade, I shared with no one. By the time my sister was interested in toys, my adolescent self possessed only clothes and diaries. Nearly two decades and three kids later, the…

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When Dreams Must Surrender

This was the year I was supposed to realize a dream. Completion of my undergraduate degree was just around the corner. My books had been bought—all $546 of them. A second car was purchased so that I could make the forty-five minute commute averaging thirty-five miles per gallon. Best of all, God had blessed my…

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