I’m sitting here at four in the morning writing you this letter. My two month old got sick and threw up all over my side of the bed. I’m now on the couch, with a towel on the floor beside me in case she has another round. I’m in a medium amount of pain because…
I was confronted not long ago by a fellow Believer. She questioned my actions in a situation and then gave me Scripture references to back up her words. She wasn’t mean, or spiteful in any way, but of course it still hurt. This wasn’t the first time this has happened. In fact, over the course…
After many years of infertility, my husband and I finally brought home a daughter. She was eight years old, adorable, precious, and…extroverted. A few months went by without any issues because, hello! I had a daughter. Of course she can talk to me nonstop, of course she can be attached to my side 24-7, of…
It was somewhere around my third anniversary that reality hit hard enough to make me gasp for breath. I really couldn’t have babies. Not without a miracle. I had so many dreams that involved motherhood and they all crumbled around me. I found myself standing there with dying dreams and agony ripping my heart to…
The year I turned twelve years old we moved into the upstairs of my grandparent’s house in Northern New York. Until this point my family had been living in far off Homer, Alaska where my father taught at a Bible School. Our interactions with my mom’s parents included a handful of visits, many phone calls,…
There is clipboard in my desk that is heavy with papers. Pages and pages of copied handwritten notes. The handwriting is my beautiful 91 year old grandmother’s, but the story those pages tell isn’t really hers. It’s the story of my grandpa, how he met Jesus in the barnyard one day and his life was…
Our son came home on a rainy November day. Instead of a hospital room, we gathered him to us from an airport waiting area. We knelt and talked to him by the luggage carousel and bonded over dinner at Cracker Barrel. My heart cracked with the glory of the Lord’s redemption in my life. While…
“…there are more humans enslaved today than there ever have been in the history of the world.” (Joel Smallbone) I look at my eleven-year-old daughter, and I realize that except for the Lord’s incredible mercy in her life, she could be one of them. The country she was born in has one of the highest…
Right before Christmas my husband was injured. We were just upstairs in the barn, cleaning up a few building scraps from when we built the house last year. It wasn’t hard work, nor was it particularly dangerous work. When my husband took a deep breath and told me his finger had just been cut off,…
by Charlotte Gray Hey you, Yes, you, the one who is a mother without documentation to prove it. The one who has given mother-love to those who didn’t come from your body. The one who wipes snotty noses at a daycare. The one who dries tears at the playground. The one who babysits for free…
What if someone whispered in your ear, “Slow down, savor these moments better” ? It’s hustle and bustle time and we race and fill every moment in the name of worship and traditions. We have a tendency to heap on ourselves activities to make this time memorable and meaningful. But what if the key to…
My father bought it for her after one of the hardest years of her life, when she was struggling with feeling rejected and unheard after years of service. The pearl ring was worn on her finger and she would whisper the story sometimes, if you caught her in the right mood. “There are many times…
The End.
The End.