No training prepared me to stroke sweat-soaked hair from the eyes of a crying child unable to put words to why he was afraid or name the demons he fights in his dreams, nurture him back to sleep, pray over him through the night watch, and make it through the work day that followed. No… Continue reading Day One-Hundred and Two: God Does therefore We Do
At Saturday’s end, I set out our clothes and wrestled a busy mind to sleep. Then came a Sunday that began with the stresses and messes of a restless heart. In the wake of our week of diving deeper into the system, I needed to know that the God of angel armies is indeed by… Continue reading Day… What day is it? The number doesn’t even matter. It’s church day.
My baby girl needs all of the one-on-one care I can give right now and so I had to say no to you. To being your safe place, to speaking words of hope into and over your hurting heart, to giving you what I’m giving her. And so my words for you stand for a… Continue reading Day Eighty: All Dressed Up with Nowhere to Go
Six different people called her my baby girl today. Family and friends and grocery shopping acquaintances alike, "Your baby girl is [beautiful... sleeping... so happy... so much fun... this precious thing and that]." And yes, she was and is all of those things. But mine? That's the one that has my heart heavy and light,… Continue reading Day Seventy-Two: Mine
Only two months in, good Lord, don’t let me be that person. The one who knows it all because she’s experienced it all… two piddly months into a life-long journey, speaking to those out in the post-post-post-post-honeymoon-phase waters like she isn’t wearing a Dory print floatie. Because I’m totally the newb who buys twelve-packs of… Continue reading Day Sixty-Six: Hey Mommas Out in the Deep End
Brave thought we were getting a burger and fries when he saw familiar faces in the window and looked up at me with the brightest eyes and a look that said, "Is this for real?" Like it was too good to be true. With eyes full of hope, she turned with her children and lead them… Continue reading Day Fifty-Five: Hope-Filled Eyes and Goodbyes
"Which dessert?" "Oh! That's a pink one!" "Do you like this shirt?" "Oh yes, it's pink." "Pick a folder." *pink* Coming out of the mall after two hours and a roller coaster day before that, lying on her back in the shopping cart and every level of DONE, the view nearly took her breath away… Continue reading Day Forty-Nine: I Cried a Little