Warp and weft, words for the crossing threads of a weaver’s loom. Warp, running from sky to soil…weft, the length of the distant horizon. I’ve been thinking lately of the One who weaves our lives together, and how He takes those threads and works them into something new, something good. Sometimes, He chooses threads that … [Read more…]
Dear 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 more…]
Buckle up, I’m about to take you on a bumpy ride. First of all, let me just say this: I believe in the healing power of faith. I believe that Jesus did miracles, and I believe He is still doing them today…I’ve seen them, and I’ve lived them. I believe that faith alone can turn … [Read more…]
It’s a strange feeling, standing here in this mostly empty house. It has been nearly 3 years, but it still feels like home. It’s hard, renting out the place that once was your home. Hard to let it go and hope that another loves it half as much as you. What’s harder, though, is the … [Read more…]
There is beauty everywhere, in unexpected places, yes even in the spaces where it seems least likely of all. All around me, the leaves are falling. This is a season of dying, of beautiful dying: the colors burn from every tree, they fly like sparks through brisk air scented with woodsmoke. It is beautiful, all … [Read more…]
Dear 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 more…]
It 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 more…]
Last night I dreamed I found you and you had not changed you were there broken on the floor wrestling with the same chemical demons and they were winning still but I had changed and I took your face between my hands and when I looked into your eyes all the past was gone and … [Read more…]
photo 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 more…]
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