Most days I am fine. I get up, walk RosieTheChippin, my breath exhaling in puffs in the cool morning air as the horizon blushes pink. I wait for her to go number two. I pick it up like a good neighbor. I come back, boil water for tea and make the omelet with spinach and […]
Hope starts small.Ā Like a thin winged bird unfurling from its nest for the first time. Iām learning there is some kind of secret in this brokenness, something sacred to follow winding down the cave walls towards a halo in the distance. Something to be learned here. About life. About myself. In the breathing in
When I hold the baby and realize that it isnāt mine and I am not sure I will ever clasp feet that tiny in my hands, there is a small part of me that wants to walk to a buildingās edge and simply step off and feel the fluttering of air before nothing else. It
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When I was a little girl, I would dress up baby dolls into clothes and push them around in a miniature shopping cart. I would cook them plastic food on my rainbow colored stove and wear little-house-on-the-prairie type outfits because I guess I thought that’s what moms’ wear. I was convinced the most sacred occupation
I lived my life in emergency mode for so long I almost forgot what it felt like to have some peace.Ā There was always a problem to solve, a sick kid who needed taking to the hospital, a government office who didnāt understand our heart, a mama who needed a hand held while she took
When the mommy brigade takes over Panera with their newborns I want to run. In fact I do run, right out the front door. Tiny heads with tiny hats on them. Little animal-eared sweaters. Most days it doesn’t affect me. Most days I don’t feel like the air has been squeezed out of my chest.
āI tell you the truth, the Son can do nothing by himself. He does only what he sees the Father doing. Whatever Father does, the Son does also. For Father loves the Son and shows him everything he is doing. He will show him HOW to do even greater works.ā John 5:19-20 As I step
Ā āEven a modest pleasure can be a luxury if its scarce enough—ordering coffee at a restaurant, buying a book, which is why deprivation is one of the most effective, although unenjoyable, cures for the hedonic treadmill.āĀ -Gretchen Rubin, The Happiness Project- It strikes me that after two and a half months of living in a
Baby E* is just the cutest little guy ever. And he just got adopted!Ā Baby E, 11 months Ā They say that once you hold your baby you forget everything that happened before. All the pain, all the tears dissolve into the glow of tiny fingers and tiny toes. The red birth becomes bright. Even
Last year, Niclete was just another woman in Uganda living in the slums, trying to provide for her family of growing children, alone. Last year, she did not have a job, or access to maternal health care. Last year, Niclete gave birth to a still-born baby boy, body too twisted.Ā Ā Last week, God redeemed
It feels like the inside of me is being wrung out like a wet towel which no longer holds water. I wanted my first blog back in the States to be full of stories from the vacation we’ve been meaning to take for 3 years, or the crazy adventures of seeing family and friends we’ve
