The resurrection of Christ changes everything. As an Easter gift to you, I’ve put together some writings from the last few years on the resurrection and how it has changed me. Included are 3 chapters: 4 Ways to Make Easter Meaningful for Your Family The Longest Night of My Life Death, Where is Your Sting?Continue reading “Just as He Said: A Free Easter E-Book for You”
Sadness. That’s what I felt the moment they placed her in my arms. And then – before my arms even tightened around her small frame – the sweetest joy. If I’m honest, the moment I learned of this pregnancy, I was flooded with fear. Fear of another loss. But also fear of what I wouldContinue reading “There is Both: God’s Goodness in the Joy and Sadness”
Weeping may last for the night. Some days it feels like the longest night of my life. I miss my children today—the ones I haven’t met yet. I’d hoped these days would look different, that they would include a chubby set of twins, their eyes following the zigzag patterns run by their older siblings. I’veContinue reading “The Longest Night of My Life”
“I’m afraid of spiders.”
My almost four-year-old eyed me and then quickly redirected his gaze to his toys. His tone was apologetic.
He had to use both arms and tilt his body sideways to support its weight, but you could spot the puffed out chest and unfettered pride from a mile away. A certain three-year-old had a brand new Bible. “This is God’s true Word, Ryleigh,” he told his baby sister. “Be gentle with it.” Ryleigh stuffedContinue reading “Every Heart Wants the Story”
Have you ever prayed something so intensely, wanted something so badly, that it took over, that it completely consumed you? And God said no. It was a resounding no. A painfully firm and final no. A seemingly senseless, purposeless, and graceless no.
A few weeks ago my husband and I were in our bathroom brushing our teeth before bed. “Why are you brushing your teeth left-handed?” my husband asked me. I glanced down and saw that, yes, my toothbrush was in my left hand. “Uhhh…” I paused, trying to think why I was doing this when IContinue reading “The Art of Left-handedness”
I love my son. And because I love him, I want him to feel loved. Accepted. Safe. I don’t want to do anything to push him away or make him feel alienated. As he grows up, I want him to be understood. Comfortable. Appreciated. Heard. I want him to have freedom to explore and learnContinue reading “When #Love(Really)Wins”
Ten weeks of 1-2 night feedings was starting to grate on me. Don’t get me wrong – I’ve been so blessed to have a kid who gets good long stretches of sleep. But waking up constantly at 2 or 3 every morning – well – we all know that two fragmented four hour sessions isContinue reading “The Intersection of Independence (Bottle-feeding is Emotional)”
In keeping with my goal of writing down some thoughts on what I am learning each new month of mommyhood, here are 3 new things from month number 2 (if you missed my post from month 1, you can check