I’m not an extravagant person. I’m simple and my dreams were simple.
By the time I was in my mid-twenties, I was married to a wonderful man and living in a tiny house on a beautiful farm outside of a little village in upstate New York.
The only thing I needed was my children.
But, as it turns out, my body refused to bear them.
And, as it turns out, every time we’ve pursued adoption, it has failed.
“Everything is packed,” she told me as she came down the stairs. I smiled a little. It had only been a few minutes since I sent her up so I told her perhaps I’d better check. We walked into the room and there were her dresses, still hanging. The clothes folded on the shelves. The…
Have you ever spent much time around a two year old? Conversations with my nephew are quite predictable. “Eli, time to put clothes on.” “Why?” “Because it’s morning.” “Why?” “Because the sun came up.” “Why?” “Because every 24 hours the earth makes a full rotation on its axis, allowing a certain number of daylight hours.”…
Tonight the sun is glowing orange, painting red and purple lines across the mountains. I took my camera and walked the farm with the cool of the day at my back. I was snapping photos of the pigs and the donkey and Kitkat and the way the light shimmered through the hay fields, enjoying the…
Today I am bringing you a guest post from my friend, Angie. She is the author of the book, “Redeeming Childbirth“, and her post today is the perfect ending to our series last week on infertility. One thing that God has taught me over and over is we are not as different as we…
This week has been busy here on the blog and if you didn’t get a chance to read the guest posts that I was privileged to share, do take a moment to click on the above graphic and read the series. There is so much truth and life in the testimonies of these women. But we weren’t the only…
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