Screaming would help, I think. I glare at the bucket in my hands. Years of training help me set it down gently but everything in me wants to crash it against the wall. Who feels graceful when they’ve been informed of failure? Who feels gentle when they’ve been wounded? I walk out of the barn…
It is Easter morning and I’m curling frizz, pinning up locks and smearing on lotion. My closet offers me nothing. The ruffled white skirt that feels like Easter and joy and sunshine sets at the wrong spot on my hips. The pain is lacing through my mid-section and I abandon it for the black one…
I think of it as the summer I learned love. My move to the little house with the apple tree and lilac bushes was marked in my mind for a reason far deeper than a change of residence. It was the summer the doctor looked at me sadly and said that children would never be…
“Sing, barren woman, who has never had a baby. Fill the air with song, you who’ve never experienced childbirth! You’re ending up with far more children than all those childbearing women.” God says so! Isaiah 54:1 The Message On Tuesday I was faced with a bit of irony: I was late to my Infertility Support Group…
In Titus 2, “older women” are instructed to teach the younger women to be sober, to love their husbands, to love their children, and to be discreet… Discretion: showing good judgment and wise self-restraint in speech and behavior. In other words; self-control. The first time I sat under teaching on this subject, the teacher asked…
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