Don’t stop fighting – Even if you feel like The most broken soul That ever was. Don’t stop gripping on To fragile hope, Its flame feebly flickering In the darkest night. Don’t stop whispering Desperate prayers Of a lonely and hollow heart Pounding rhythms of pain. For even when The ghost of… Continue reading Don’t Stop Fighting, Oh Weary Soul
All my life I longed for kids of my own. I dreamed about it from as early on as I can remember. It was the reason I tenderly named all my dolls and took care of them as if they were real – why I spent two days in bed because I acted out giving… Continue reading Becoming the Mother I Never Thought I’d Be
What are you running away from right now? What are you pretending not to notice so that you don’t have to deal with it? Do you need to stop holding your breath when it comes to mind? Or stop mentally looking away if it pops up? What do you need to face head-on and stop… Continue reading Shedding the Facade of “I’m Fine”
You thought perhaps this season of your life would be different. A little fuller. A little more rewarding. A little more bountiful. And instead, you find yourself facing an unexpected season of barrenness. A season where you feel like not much fruit is growing or being cultivated. Maybe you’re a young mother constantly pouring into… Continue reading Seasons of Barrenness
Please understand, my friend. I want to be happy for you. I am happy for you. I’m so glad you don’t have to bear the pain anymore. But there are times when that pain overwhelms my own heart because I’m still in the longing season. And it’s times like those when I just don’t have… Continue reading And If I’m Silent, Please Know This …
Do you crave a love like what all the romantic songs and sweet quotes offer? “A love so deep the ocean would be jealous?” The kind that promises to always be faithful and never leave us? A kind that vows to know us intimately and cherish us always? Isn’t this kind of love what makes… Continue reading Do You Crave a Love Like That?
When I pulled up to the school on that late summer day, there were two familiar faces waiting in front of it. Students I had had two years prior who were now waiting for the bus that would take them to their seventh-grade orientation. I stopped to chat with them, and before I could stop… Continue reading Getting Ready to Share in Their Stories Again