In our family, we know a thing or two about covenants. Our babies didn’t come to us through birth, you know, they came through paperwork and courtrooms and unconditional covenants. Deep, abiding promises that say things like: No matter what you’ll always be loved. No matter what you’ll always have a place in this family. No matter what you’ll always belong. It’s unconditional because it … [Read more...] about Of Covenants, Cold Feet, and the One Who Changes Everything
This isn't a cooking blog, obviously. Around here you're more likely to cry than be inspired to go bake. I sincerly hope it's good crying though. Like the cleansing, God's close to me, I'm not alone, type crying. But regardless. Today we interrupting our regular scheduled program to share with you a recipe for peach pie. Does anyone remember years and years ago when I requested all your … [Read more...] about The Very Best Peach Pie EVER.
God wants to use us broken. Some people don't like that word. "Broken" like something is inherently wrong with us, like we are less-than because of what has happened to us, or what we've done. But I don't mind it. I think of it like broken: in need of a fixer. And I know the most wonderful Fixer of all. It wasn't always this way. I used to struggle with feeling like I needed to be … [Read more...] about I’m not afraid of the word “broken” anymore.
We were standing in Tractor Supply looking at the totes of baby chicks when my husband said it. “You can get chickens if you want.” I looked at him in disbelief. Before we were married he had talked of his abhorrence of chickens. “They’re dirty and carry disease and they cost more than they save,” he told me. It was always simple in my mind. We had a farm but we didn’t have chickens. I … [Read more...] about Growing the Gift of Mothering
Have you ever been brutally honest and then felt condemned for it? I am often encouraging others to be in community, to be vulnerable with the Body of Christ, to be real. But it’s also true that in being real, we open ourselves wide to people’s opinions and concerns and judgement—which is a painful process. In my last book, Counting Grains of Sand, I wrote with ruthless honesty. It’s not … [Read more...] about Community, Cursing, and Complete Dependency on “Charis”
H e said your name wrong. Many people do and so many times I have corrected them. I want them all to say it right because it is so beautiful and so exclusively you. But today someone said it and I didn't correct him. I opened my mouth, started to speak, and then shut it quietly. It's been years since you were in our home. Four long years since you danced through the front yard and played … [Read more...] about Failed Adoption, Four Years Later