Click here to read Part One and Part Two Through all of my loss and grief, I have learned this: faith is a choice. We choose to believe that God is who he says he is. When the path set before us feels insurmountable, an Everest to our mustard seed, God calls us to believe … Continue reading The Stone: Part Three
For a year the stone in my chest stayed dormant. Always longing for a baby, stuck between acceptance and fading hope. I've been a sculptor for a long time. Adding lumps of clay to skeletons of wire, watching the beauty of God's animals take shape in my own interpretation: worship with mud. I had turned … Continue reading The Stone: Part Two
In my previous post, I told you about IF:Gathering. I told you how thousands of women wrote on a stone, marking the step of faith they would next take. A tangible, solid promise to God. I sat watching them pile the rocks high while the band led the masses in beautiful worship. What do I write, … Continue reading The Stone: Part One
I had the incredible opportunity this weekend to attend IF:Gathering via simulcast (I love the internet!) I agreed to attend so that I could escape the daily grind of motherhood, hoping for just enough refreshment to face another tumultuous week of potty training. I chose to walk in with no expectations and take it in … Continue reading IF
As an artist, I've dreamed of teaching my little girls how to create beauty in their worlds. Lily and I have experimented with crayon, watercolor, and play dough the past year, but I was ready for a more challenging creative endeavor. The struggle comes when you consider how you can involve a two-year-old without things … Continue reading Fairy Treasure
Merry Christmas from my family to yours! God bless!
One of my favorite things to do is eat. Another favorite thing is using essential oils. Any chance I can combine the two, I'm in heaven! Here's one of my favorite ways to enjoy 2 of my favorite things!
At my 37 week check up, Willow gave us a little scare. I sat hooked to a fetal monitor for half an hour counting a few little kicks and listening to a slower-than-normal heart rate. A week later it was the same thing again, but her baseline was low enough to justify a call to … Continue reading Willow’s Birth Story
Willow is 3 weeks old now, and Lily is just 1 month away from her second birthday! I have not lost my mind yet, and have managed to get a shower almost daily! It's amazing what washing off the Big Foot smell will do for your state of mind. I'm taking it one day at … Continue reading Still here!
To my dear daughter,
As you grow, many boys will enter your years. They will speak words of love and passion, of wanting you–all of you.
Their sex will be lacking.
Believe me, dear girl, I know what crazy hot lovemaking is made of. Until the boy can assure you of the following, it is not true passion.
If he can patiently wait for over three years. From pregnant to nursing to pregnant to nursing, with your hormones fierce, and desire often dead. “Please, just let me sleep. I am so tired.” will be your common response. Until he can love you still, choose you still, it is not true passion.
If He can call you beautiful when even your feet are swollen from baby belly. Call you sexy when your legs run thick with varicose veins from the same. Call you perfect after your belly hangs loose with skin…
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