For the month of May and a week into June, I will be pressing pause on my online writing and this space will become a series of testimonies of what He births in the midst of delay, perplexity and pain. Author friends from around the world who love words on a page, and...
The stairwell down to our basement has a mantel full of pictures from our past. From college days to wedding to pre-child ski trips and post-child trampings through fall leaves, we have nearly two decades covered. There is one in particular that tells a certain story....
It happened. I knew it would. I’d been here before. The most beautiful part of waiting is receiving His response after your heart chose expectation instead of fear. I’ve been in both shoes, frequently, and choosing the former always makes the bitter taste...
“For our God is a consuming fire” Hebrews 12:29. It quietly tugged at me from where I’d scribbled it in my moleskine journal as I re-directed her vegetable-peeling strokes in the direction away from my Bible, already stained cucumber green. This...
The scene was familiar, only slightly more intense than the last time. As our house becomes her home, what’s buried down deep begins to find its way to the surface. Pain has a buoyancy. When I came upstairs he’d been holding her for nearly an hour, my...
She shared my kitchen space with her monogrammed apron which, already, was too small for the body she’d grown up and out of months ago. This moment reflected her heart. She cut lettuce and stirred sauce and mimicked what she’d seen me do. She’d...
