Maybe you’ve said these words before: “I can’t read the Bible when the baby is crying.” I know I have. When people tell me that their babies started sleeping through the night at six weeks old, I kind of want to punch them in the face. (The parents, not the babies.) If they tell me…
perseverance
I follow close to You
I’ve been feeling a bit empty lately. A steady stream of writing and pouring out has left me scratching my head and staring at intimidatingly blank pages in all my journals and notebooks. Sometimes the words don’t come, no matter how hard I press down the pen. So I go back to what fills me…
To the Brink: a Tribute to Parents
The first eight months of our youngest son’s life epitomized uncertainty to me. I rocked a baby against my chest every night, a solid fragile weight pressed next to my heart, not knowing if I would ever be able to call him “son.” It was the riskiest version of love I’d ever known. As every adoptive parent…
{when your joy is off the market}
This morning I picked up my Bible and opened it to Psalm 43. In five short verses, I found freedom. I’ve been working through the psalms for about six weeks, and as I study and notate each psalm, memories often push into my thought process with a powerful presence. I’m one for writing in my…
{yesterday I cried in the Walmart parking lot}
I want to think that I’m invincible. That I’m not tethered to my body that insists on attacking itself. That I have control over the inner workings of my flesh. I don’t. I’m not. I’ve had a slew of tests and imaging over the past month. I lost count at the lab after they took…