{thought of the day} ashes
In Pain Redeemed I share the lyrics to a song I wrote during my battle with infertility. I pray this bless you in your own journey.
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Jacob had a soul-wound that spilled all over the pages of Genesis. From before he was even born this striving, pulling, grasping desire to make himself great burned through his veins. Every time we turn around he’s manipulating or stealing or deceiving, pushing himself forward by sheer force of will. And then we find him,…
I was curled up against the wall, crying myself to sleep. Again. Lord, what is wrong with me? Why do I feel afraid of everything, including my husband? During the day I would feel fine, but when night arrived, the empty gnawing feeling would start clawing at me until I was forcing myself to take…
(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 wilderness seems like a place of want, but it’s actually a place of plenty– if you know where to look. I learned this the hard way–with hunger and raving thirst clawing, dropping me to my knees in surrender. Just like the Israelites learned to know God in the wilderness, I also met Him there in…
Infertility has a way of sneaking in and taking over your life. Trust me, I know. And it’s one thing for your daily life to be dictated by a monthly-cycle of ups and downs, but it’s another thing entirely when relationships start being controlled by it. Women who face infertility have been known to shut…
He was six years old that summer. Red hair and freckles that danced across his nose. He was so good most of the time, rarely in need of correction. But that day he was on the edge, tight-rope walking the thin line of obedience. When he fell from the line and stood before me,…
True, true words.
Beautiful, Natasha.
LOVE!
Beautiful sister! ~ Amy
Reblogged this on Failing at Haiku and commented:
The first line hit me so powerfully, that I had to reblog this.
Needed this today. Thank you!