Re-posting this piece from the archives, for all the mothers in my life. Time goes slowly in the heat of a fever. The hours limp by in a fog of exhaustion, sticky with sweat and liquid Tylenol. I count the hours, the long ones that lay stretched out before us on day three of a […]
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Posting at The Lulu Tree this morning. Join me there? The rain pattered down against our windows, sliding like tears over the cold glass. It should have been snowing, but that year the rain seemed more fitting. I was sitting alone in the quiet of an evening just before Christmas, cradling in my arms a […]
Read moreRecently I saw a picture of God’s redemptive love in action when friends of ours brought home the beautiful boy they’d adopted from Africa. Their journey to adopting little Zak* was fraught with roadblocks, political issues, twists and turns, hope and heartbreak. What should have taken less than a year stretched on for nearly three, […]
Read moreDear Foster Boys, It’s hard to believe that you are four and five now, both of you have birthdays coming up and will (even more unbelievably) be five and six in no time at all. Five and six! How can that be? Time moves so fast, boys. So very fast. This is the year […]
Read moreDear Foster Baby, Your third birthday is on Saturday. Three years old! It’s hard to imagine, and easy to picture at the same time. You left my arms just six weeks after turning a year old, how can the time have passed so quickly? I want you to know, I think of you and of […]
Read moreIt was Monday, the second Monday I meant to write my gratitude journal for the rest of my crazy last year. The second Monday I had intended to finish up the story of it all because it needs to be finished, it needs to be told, and it needs to be seen in the light […]
Read moreIt’s been too long since I counted the daily joys, and there were so many days of treading water and fighting the current just to keep my head above water that things seemed to fade and blend into one big, long blur. So I’m doing my best to paddle back to shore, or at least […]
Read morephoto from Big Box of Art It’s been four months now. Four months since our lives tipped over, spilled out, righted again and left us with a new equilibrium, left us seeking a new balance. A sweet sister in Christ gave a talk this week about Hannah, it left me thinking. Thinking of those childless […]
Read morePlease forgive the silence. Some wounds beg to make their way to paper, journal pages soaking up the hurt and exposing it in neat rows of ink-on-white. Sometimes putting pen to paper puts thoughts and fears in perspective, rows written and captured to rectangle page, tamed by the writing. And some things escape words altogether, […]
Read moreI didn’t know. When we opened the door almost a year ago with the simple word “yes,” when we opened our arms to an infant tossed and tumbled by the storm of tragedy, when we brought home his brother too (little more than an infant himself) and made them a part of home, we didn’t […]
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