Building Grateful Nests Rooted in Him
Over the last couple of weeks, I have listened to a couple of women share their stories of suffering. Stories of being smack in the middle of the unknown. Praying fervently and continually for relief. The first woman tugged at all my heartstrings. The other women around the table offering words of encouragement and scriptures
Eight years ago, our first full attempt at IVF failed. Four precious, much loved, immensely prayed for embabies created, two of them delicately transferred into my uterus three days later. Neither of them implanted, however, leaving us not pregnant for the 4 millionth month in a row. We tried again, starting in June of that year.
Several weeks ago, after my regular bible study meeting, my leader asked me to consider becoming a leader myself. And the eye roll and grabbing of my pearls thing happened. If I’d had a hankie in my purse, I would have fanned myself with it. I am so Southern. Bible study this year has
This year, the grand total of our family Easter Eggs hunts equals six. My son takes the prize with four, while my daughter only managed two. In case you’re wondering, she is not at all happy about that. Behind egg hunts sit mommas and daddies and grandparents and teachers stuffing candy, stickers, tattoos, tiny plastic toys
Several years ago, after we had welcomed our miracle daughter into our family, God graciously revealed a treasured part of His heart to me. It was Christmas and I was, admittedly, overwhelmed with emotion. Our first Christmas with a child. Our child. A beautiful, much-prayed-for, miracle daughter. I wrapped one present for her, wrote her
At this point, I cannot even remember how I found out. The years since have grown gray. But, I know I knew pretty quickly. My friend, after stopping herself mid-suicide attempt, voluntarily checked into a psychiatric hospital. The ward kept only one phone line for patients. Hours were spent calling the line, hearing the busy
Ahem. Welcome to the end of Spring Break. Basically, we have spent all the money and had all the fun and done all the projects ever possible in one week. We started the week with my first trip to a hair salon of any type in almost three years. That took three hours because I
Welcome to the week of meltdowns. Sweet mercy. Yesterday, it was my son over his legos. He couldn’t make them do exactly what he was thinking. “I have a picture in my brain but I can’t make my hands to it.” He came into this world creating a gigantic mess out of everything. A tinkerer. At
Meet my grandmother, Jean. As a young, pregnant wife, she loaded up her entire life, left her husband (a man who did not appreciate the gift he had in her) and drove back home to the great metropolis of Alexander City, Alabama. All alone. She became a divorced, single mother in a time when women
A couple of years ago, we went through a phase we lovingly referred to as, “The Pruning.” In case you think that sounds just super fun, you’re absolutely correct. Kinda like a stomach bug is super fun. The season started with a devastating loss at our church. One we did not see coming. And one