Disclaimer: though the title could be, perhaps, inflammatory — my sweet husband loves this post. It is written with permission ;). We sat at a local favorite and it was all new to me. I had flown in for a weekend interview and knew nothing of how pregnant this...
Mother’s Day was for hiding. Some years it was behind my apron, fixing up a feast at home for my mother-in-law while Nate attended church, and other years it was underneath my covers, seeing this thin sheath between me and the world (which had what I wanted) as...
“If Mommy gets a baby in her belly, will you send me back?” she asked him, with nervous eyes searching the floor, inhaling the shame of those words as if they were her indictment. It’s often near the surface for this one — not the year she was...
[Note: I wrote this post in the fall (but never posted), long before we discovered our new development. He is ever working good in our hearts.] So Moses brought Israel from the Red Sea; then they went out into the Wilderness of Shur. And they went three days in the...
He brought me tulips in winter and the card read: “To long, quiet love … and new life.” They hadn’t been on my counter for 12 hours before he awoke to my sobs from the other room. Could it be? Could it really be? We found each other in the dark and wept a new...
