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…
On Tuesday of last week I was tempted again. It’s so silly and so ridiculous, I know. Something will happen, something a little different than normal, and every hopeful piece of my heart will jump and skitter with excitement, and my prayers will become a repetitive, “Oh, Lord, have mercy on me…” and then when…
I feel lost. Those were the words I scrawled into my journal years ago. When infertility and struggling friendships and a new church were all leaving me aching and empty. I felt unknown. Who was this girl who couldn’t bear the children she dreamed of? Who was this girl who struggled through friendships? Who was…
Two and a half years ago, our almost-adopted daughter died. We thought she would live. We thought God would work a miracle. We thought there was no reason why God would have brought us all the way to a baby’s bedside in the NICU, only to be left with empty arms. We didn’t understand what…
Five months after our daughter came home, we climbed onto an airplane. She was chatty and excited, watching everything with giant eyes of wonder. The moment her seat belt was buckled, her nose was smashed against the window. “Oh, Mommy,” she breathed and her brown eyes danced. Flying wasn’t new to me. When I was…
It was late, after Bible Study on a Thursday night. We were sitting around the kitchen, as we often do, the remnants of snack littering the counter. My words were stumbling over themselves, like they usually do. The thought crossed my mind that maybe I should just write everything I want to say so people…
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