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…
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…
I almost felt irritated the first time I heard my mom pray it. It wouldn’t be until years later that I realized she was just agreeing with Scripture. But that night I lay there, listening to the words as they rested heavy on me. I shrugged and drifted off to sleep, wondering if God would…
Being an adoptive parent has been one of the most beautiful things I have ever experienced. It’s also one of the hardest. I have been abundantly blessed by having many pioneers in adoption, attachment, and special needs who have gone before me and have willingly given their advice, suggestions, and exuberant encouragement. Still, with all…
I miscarried that October. I had known for two days that the tests were positive, that two years of infertility had brought us to a baby coming with the summer warmth. And then I was curled on the bathroom floor with blood smeared on my legs and my heart so empty and hollow I felt…
He stayed in his room for the whole day. He didn’t have to! Good grief, of course not. He could have walked up the stairs at any point, looked at his dad and apologized for disobeying, then sat right down at the table. There was a meal set for him. It was one of his…
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