grace

taste and see

taste and see

I was twelve years old when we packed our bags and moved south. Way south, to Florida– with palm trees, palmetto bushes, humidity, and fire ants. It was the first time I can remember screaming at my mother.  I told her I hated it. I wanted to go home to Alaska. The long and short of her answer? This…

unmasking infertility

unmasking infertility

She had twins. Beautiful little girls with tiny fingers and velvety skin. There was a time when she thought motherhood was forever lost to her and now daughters number 3 and 4 have joined the family. I ache with the glory of it. God redeems and here is proof. Shimmering, exploding evidence of grace. Holding the tiny bundles, I…

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