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Her shoulders slump and her eyes search the floor. She mumbles and turns her back towards me. This little sprite went from fire-in-her-eyes to a stone-cold-countenance in a matter of seconds, all because things didn't work out as she'd planned. I could write the...

He's here. Boaz, whom we mostly call "Bo", made himself a Hagerty with an entrance that was nearly a week late according to the calendar -- but just on time for our standards. Apparently we Hagertys like it late. I have cried every day since his birth. Hormone surges...

Those of you who follow us on facebook, instagram or twitter know that this space has been a little quiet for good reason. While I can't wait to introduce you to the little man and tell you a little more of how his indoctrination to the world that breathes has...

Big tears drop from underneath her lashes and she looks away from me, just as our eyes meet. She wants me to ask and probe -- I can tell -- but she doesn't make her answers readily available. She wants me to prove myself trustworthy. Are you someone who is safe to...

My first impression of Stacey has stuck -- she's one of those who is fully comfortable in her skin. It's a rare woman, these days, who isn't afraid to be just who He made her to be. Stacey is that rare woman. And she's stepping into this space, after having a...

"You will miss that old season one day," said one of the friends who'd prayed with me for years for Him to come and open my womb, when I told her the news that He had. She was right. He is folded up inside of me, this answer of God. He stirs against my frame (which...

There's something about writing that forges the writing into the living. Sometimes I write retrospectively, easily seeing more clearly that way. But sometimes -- like this time -- I have to write what I live so that I can live what I write. It's as if putting it on...

In her five-year-old, unfettered, and un-theologized speak she said: "God told me I needed to tell you why I don't like my birth country." Something which peppered our lives back home became medication during our six-week stint in Uganda, while adopting our second...

Today is my birthday. For many years, birthdays have brought with them a weight. I'd feel them approaching with a subtle, hardly identifiable dread. They were like an hourglass, reminding me -- the one who was desperately clinging to hope -- of what still hung in...

I pushed the cart through the last-minute Valentine's Day bustle, collecting bananas and strawberries and graham crackers (all for our fondue family tradition), appreciating that I had a distraction. But the thoughts of what might yet be weren't polite to wait their...