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This word stings. Although I've used it to describe my condition, I hate it. I feared that using it would only re-affirm the thing which I'm praying will someday no longer be true. Until one day I read this: Sing, O barren, You who have not borne! Isaiah 54:1 His...

After going through some years of struggles, I feel like I could write the handbook on how not to handle friends who are in pain. I cringe when I think back to how I used to give trite answers and hold high expectations to those around me who were just barely...

I think I've given a few other posts this title. (The problem with writing more often: I'm already running out of words.) It's just what's resonated with me these days. Ever noticed that when you're around someone who is totally for you, you act differently? Your best...

The day I've had starred on my calendar (which has since gone through two dousings with water from Eden's not-so-spill-proof water bottle) is finally here. Although I'd consider myself a runner, months of allowing the demands of motherhood to transform me into a...

God, every time I get close to You --I mean really close... so close I feel as if Your heartbeat and mine are One ... so close that what was crystal clear becomes blurry and I become lucid to only Your impression ... so close that I don't know if I ever want to leave...

I've had a bit of a rude awakening. I sort of expected parenting to be an 18 year state of "comatose"--where you come up for air afterward and assess who you were then and what all those years were all about. I've expected to put all of the self-reflection on the...

I haven't been feeling very thankful. If it wasn't for preparations for the first annual "Hagerty Turkey Feather Hunt" that we'll inaugurate, I'm fairly certain I'd be drowning my sorrows in gravy tomorrow. Although I haven't spent a Thanksgiving with my dad in years,...

I've been knocked off my feet a bit by my father's death. I don't know what I was expecting to feel -- or what I thought someone who lost a father at this age should feel -- but this certainly wasn't it. Whether 16 or 32, navigating life "fatherless" is as if somehow...