topic is on loss, grieving and miscarriage It’s been 2 ½ months since I lost my third child. It hasn’t stopped hurting. I’m told it won’t stop hurting. I’m feeling very Mary-at-the-tomb-of-Lazarus about Jesus right now: “If you were really everything I thought you were, my baby wouldn’t have died.” He’s holding me. He’s teaching…
I know it’s wrong. I know all the parenting books and all my past experience and just the feelings in my gut tell me it’s wrong. But I still do it. This is my confession: When my five year old asks for a cookie, I tell him no. When my two year old asks…
My sons’ dentist office is across the highway from our old house. I couldn’t help it. I had to look. I drove by, real slow, trying to get a glimpse over picket fence and back alley of what had become of the blood sweat and tears of my garden. What had become of the beautiful…
And my spirit has become loud, restless, and anorexic. I take in all kinds of information, news, tragedy, scripture, encouragement, and experience. Then, I barf it all over the internet. Tragic news story? Share that. Super fun homeschool activity? Instagram it! Encouraging time in the Word? Blog post! I’m feeling burned out, thirsty, dry, and…
Beckoned, Peter steps out of the boat. Moving in one solid motion, from a place of fear and uncertainty to a brief but shining moment of pure peace. Peace that literally passes understanding. There’s this wild sense in this moment that Peter is caught up in a whirlwind kind of soul romance with the man…
It was just the force of habit. I picked up the wrapper from my son’s Criasin’s snack package and went to throw it away, opening the pantry door and almost tossing the rubbish directly onto a box of cereal. I had to stop myself and it took me a moment to remember that isn’t where…
Something the Lord has been speaking to my heart for some time now is this: “Every person on this earth has intrinsic value.” Every. Single. Person. That means that regardless of where they are from, who their parents are, how much money is in their bank account, what they have done or what has been…
Beth Biggers My grandfather learned to swim in the Mississippi River. I say “learned,” but what I mean by that is two of his older brothers threw him off of a bridge. He didn’t have a choice. It was sink or swim. Literally do or die. I believe that God is a good God. He…
Recently, our family received what looked like a huge answer to prayer. Something we had been bringing before the Lord for months, years even, appeared to finally be coming to a head. Things were moving forward and a door which had been slightly ajar for some time looked like it might swing wide open for…
The summer sun is blinding hot here in Texas. A little moisture overnight rises up, baking itself into our skin and making us sweat endlessly. The welcome breeze through leaves above is the only sound apart from my husband’s laughter and the occasional “plop” of a fat, ripe apricot falling onto the soft earth beneath…
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