You’re Not Letting Go…

You’re Not Letting Go…

“One last push, and you can meet your son!” the nurse cheered. And she was right. As I leaned forward, I saw him. Brand new. Arms stretched wide. Hands open. Reaching for something to hold onto. Such a big transition into this new world. Such a brave adventure. But as...
For All That You Are and Ever Will Become

For All That You Are and Ever Will Become

My husband doesn’t like cantaloupe. I know this probably doesn’t sound like a big deal, but I was pretty surprised. A few months ago, as we sat down for dinner, I crammed a fork into freshly sliced cantaloupe and offered my husband a wedge. “Here. I just sliced...
You Matter, Friend

You Matter, Friend

I like to pretend that we are friends you and me. I hope that you do too. I imagine that you read these words while you sit at your desk or perhaps as you take a break from folding laundry. I imagine that you read them late at night when the house is quiet – or you...
Mommy? Were You and Daddy Lost?

Mommy? Were You and Daddy Lost?

“Momma?” “Yeah, buddy?” I stood in the doorway of his bedroom. He was tucked into his twin sized bed, and his little sister was tucked into hers across the room. My husband and I had already told bedtime stories and prayed. I was giving my final hugs before I said...
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