I stayed home from church that Sunday. My husband kissed me goodbye and whispered, “I’m so sorry, love.” I waved to the family and then sat down with a cup of coffee and a few wayward tears still staining my cheeks. I didn’t long to be alone, but I also knew it was okay. I…
When Amos & I were first married, we moved a load of small square bales. By the time we were done, I was almost in tears. Amos was chattering away, oblivious to me and I was so hurt by how clearly he seemed to be dismissing me & my pain. Which I told him. To…
Seven years. Seven long years passed after we started praying for a baby. Seven years that led us through a miscarriage, a failed adoption, a successful older child adoption—and then, finally, to the moment when we were matched with a birth mother. We were so excited and so scared and so ready to welcome a…
It’s launch day! I am so excited to introduce you to Paris. I first mentioned her many years ago in a post. Oh, yes. Right here on this blog. And now, finally, her story is written and available. Love, Paris launches TODAY. You can get a print copy here: Or an e-copy here: Love, Paris is the…
Twelve years ago I would have told you that my husband wasn’t a very romantic guy. Which was okay with me, for the most part. I wanted to marry a guy with substance. One who had a backbone, a heart for the Lord, and a willingness to get his hands dirty working hard. Actually, I…
Every story has a season of waiting and perhaps it shouldn’t have surprised me when mine was longer and harder than I expected. I felt the marks of time. I could follow them by counting my nieces and nephews who were born like clockwork. By each Christmas there was a new baby in our family…
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