I’ve always been astonished at the miracle of birth. My husband says I’m odd. The fact that there is blood and slime involved just makes his stomach churn. Not me. I get so excited when a cow is ready to give birth. I hang around the barn, waiting. I love the warmth and the blink…
I’m sitting there and we’re praying and tears bite into the flesh of my cheeks. They drip off the end of my chin and cause my nose to run. They are quite inconvenient actually. Mostly because I always forget to bring Kleenex with me. Did you know that the salt is a healer? When we…
Sometimes my world gets right small. I look out my window, stare at the skies, and think only of my personal to-do list or the bills that need paid or the floors that need mopped. And sometimes God just flings back the shutters and explodes my tiny little life with so much information that I am…
It had been a rough morning. One where every boundary was tested, every rule questioned, every bit of patience sapped right dry. In fact, it was one of the very few days when I actually entertained the thought that, perhaps, I could give up this desire for my own children, stop watching the boys, and just be…
She’s the mother of four. Their ages are her testimonial to the tired, overwhelming days. 4, 3, 1, and 3 months. I’m the mother of none. My empty house is the testimonial to my years of tears and empty longings. We seem so different on the surface. She can’t know what it’s like to face infertility…
He’s never given me a birthday present. Not once. The first year we were married he bought me a Christmas present (a washer and dryer) but that was the one and only time that Christmas arrived with a gift. When I told him that I was going to be switching our diet around to help…
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