Infertility

[pain.redeemed]

[pain.redeemed]

::The Haitian Chronicles:: The laundry was just dry enough not to drip, the best that the tiny ill-behaved washer could do. I snapped the shirt roughly, trying to spray off any excess water. Even in the eighty degree weather, it would take all day to dry. The line dipped under the weight and I smiled…

like Eden

like Eden

One Thousand Gifts is sitting open on my kitchen table. Somewhere in the pages, God spoke again. Truth echoing around my kitchen. Maybe it is her story being in words that I can understand. Maybe it is that God has been molding and changing and now I’m ready… the soil has been plowed, tended, seeds…

bittersweet

bittersweet

(this post is part of a series that talks of how God met me in the midst of infertility. You can read the whole story in my book, Pain Redeemed or follow the series on here.) Intro: Wounds Taste of Tears The Gentle Healer   Our return home from Haiti was plagued with difficulties. From stepping…

the gentle healer

the gentle healer

By the time we arrived in LaColline, Haiti, I was certain of two things: God was speaking to me again, finally. God was going to heal my body. I was half right on both counts. The first step was a fast. After reading about natural living (starting with Michelle’s blog, Frugal Granola) I was convinced…

taste of tears

taste of tears

The problem with darkness is that it blinds you. Things that once brought joy can cause pain in darkness. Your favorite chair, when tripped over in the middle of the night, will leave bruises. I didn’t realize I was walking blind. I had no idea. It seemed like everything was banging against me. Leaving bruises…

wounds

wounds

Why should you be beaten anymore?… Your whole head is injured, your whole heart afflicted. From the sole of your foot to the top of your head there is no soundness- only wounds and welts and open sores, not cleansed or bandaged or soothed with oil… I will thoroughly purge away your dross and remove…

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