-born 3:33 AM on April 5- An hour into life. A day old. Best family picture EVER. Leaving the Birth Center Two weeks Beauty. Eedee and Papa. Four weeks. One month with Mama. Love!
Seasons of Grace
My husband has been gone for six months now. He wrote that in some ways it seems impossible that he’ll see me again– that I seem almost more a figment of his imagination–and I understand. After months and months of talking through keyboards and the occasional computer screen, it is very hard for me to […]
Grandmother
My grandmother combined two years of high school into one so she could jump ship at seventeen to marry her sweetheart. Nine months from the honeymoon she held her baby daughter in her arms; ten years from the honeymoon she held her seventh child. My grandmother had nine pregnancies and seven live births by the […]
Be My Yes and Amen
This is one of those days where I feel as if I cannot go on. It’s all so heavy, the burden so heavy. “Come to me, all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” I am weary and heavy laden, Lord. I feel as if I cannot go on. The […]
Through A Glass, Darkly
We were nine days into this deployment when my daughter broke to pieces. At three years old, time is not hers to understand; so when nine days had passed and Papa still had not returned, when she still was told it would take longer, when nine months might as well be never, she fell apart. […]
Parenting: It’s not for the faint of heart
I should have known it was his ears–that was always my mother’s go-to: “get the ears checked!”–but somehow checking ears always slips my mind in the hoary, blurry middle of the night. I wouldn’t discover that it was his ears until the morrow. We were sick anyway, my husband and I. Our colds were making […]
For You Mothers On A Monday
As you set about to mothering this week–to teaching, to training, to loving, to healing–let these words ring in your heart. May they be an anthem to your mornings, a song at your noons, and a prayer to your nights. As we utter these dark sayings, the mysteries from of old, may our children arise […]
Mama
When I was nine with freckles and braids, I remember staring through the slats of my bunkbed railing watching my Mama rock my sister to sleep. It was long past midnight, and she rocked and sang so softly with an exhaustion I recognize now because I’ve been there-done that a thousand times myself. As the infant […]
On Dreaming Those God-Sized Dreams
“God-sized dreams.” The words had been popping into blog posts all over the internet before I tracked them back to Holley. And I should have known it would be her, because Holley Gerth writes the type of words that give permission to fully live. Holley writes about God-sized dreams almost as if the dreams are […]
In Sickness and In Health
A stomach bug has hit our home, knocking three children and two parents down; leaving only the baby and the six year old standing. As I squatted next to a toilet at midnight, holding back the hair of two little girls who were simultaneously puking into the same blessed porcelain bowl, I glanced over at […]
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