I’ve spent a lot of time, recently, looking back. Not in a wishful sort of way. The past is over and I don’t want to re-live it. But I’ve wanted more understanding –and revelations– about what the heck went down these past few years. This...
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...
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,...
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...
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...
