The God Who Grieves: Blessed are Those Who Mourn
So selfishly I ask God to spare my family. I feel shamefully blessed as I look at my perfectly healthy children and think, Thank God that’s not us. I hate to admit it, but there it is.
Category: pain
The Broken and the Beautiful
In 1983, when my mom found out she was pregnant, the decision to keep the baby or not was not an easy one. A close relative was the first to suggest she abort and move on with her life, and my mom’s boyfriend said he’d go along with whatever she decided. She was 19. She […]
Gratitude in the darkness
Sadly, I’ve become one of those people for whom the holidays hurt. I guess I should feel lucky I have had almost thirty holiday seasons that were unmarred. Maybe reaching this point is inevitable? Maybe as we grow and learn more about people, more about ourselves, the uncomplicated becomes the complex. Maybe gratitude can be […]
When Life Gives You Ramen
Even as I walk through the valley of the shadow of Ramen, You are with me. You are in this mess. You are making something beautiful. Help me to eat my Ramen and trust.
Prenatal Depression – Goodbye to My Perfect Days
Giving up my body, my emotions, my memory, my “perfect days,” is hard. It hurts. It’s exhausting. And it’s the channel through which more blessing has entered my life than I could have thought possible. God has opened up more doors for me in motherhood than in the rest of my life. I didn’t know myself until I knew myself as a mother.