“O Lord, you searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O Lord. You hem me in — behind and before; you laid your hand upon me.”
It was the day of our first midwife appointment for our second child and anticipation was joyfully high. After some paperwork and conversation with our midwife it was time for the lovely urine test. This seems like a simple task right? I just wanted to get all that stuff over with and hear our baby’s heartbeat. Now looking back on that little test, it wasn’t so simple after all. Sometimes I feel like if I had a choice, knowing what I know now, I would have preferred the paperwork and small talk. Continue reading →
I didn’t realize how hard it would hit me. The doctor came in and stated, “I’m sorry, you’re baby measured only 6 1/2 weeks even though you should be 11.” He stated it so matter-of-factly, as if I should know and be ready for the news. I sat there, stunned, and unsure how to respond. This was the same doctor who had delivered my first child, a healthy boy, almost four years earlier, who had also empathized with me at loss of my second child through miscarriage and who had delivered my healthy daughter almost 17 months ago. And even though I had tried to prepare my heart and mind for the possibility of losing this fourth baby, when he said the words, I felt hope die. Continue reading →
“Miscarriage” it’s a word that strikes fear into the heart of women everywhere. And yet, it is a painful reality faced by many women. Two of my dearest friends, Charity and Kate, lost little ones within a few weeks of each other. They both carried themselves with such grace and fierce dependence on God through the whole thing. I cried with them and for them, but mostly I sat back in awe of they way they clung to the Life-giver.
As I thought of their struggles, I imagined other women who had suffered this unique kind of loss going to the Internet for answers. I worried they would find cold, clinical responses or something that fed their fear. So, I asked Charity and Kate if they would mind sharing their stories with the readers of this blog. They agreed. You can read Charity’s story of miscarriage today and tomorrow and Kate’s on Wednesday and Thursday. I hope their honestly and faith encourages you to gold tightly to Jesus even in the darkest of valleys.
Just in case you aren’t aware of it, today is Black Friday! “They” say it’s the official start of the Christmas season. I am not sure where “they” came up with that! Christmas decorations have been in some stores since September and for many of us, the crazy holiday season has already kicked in to full gear! Continue reading →
“Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward” Psalm 127:3
(NASB). Children are a gift. Those are words that hold the power to revolutionize your day, your week and your child-rearing years. Continue reading →
All week I’ve been writing about faith and family planning. It’s a big topic and one that cannot be adequately covered in a blog post (or even three blog posts!) but it’s an issue that has been so neatly brushed under the rug in the name of political correctness that very few seem to be discussing it. Those who do seem open to dialogue about faith’s role in family planning often have an agenda — either that all family planning is wrong or that many children is an irresponsible choice. I don’t pitch my tent in either of these camps. I simply want to know God’s desire for the size of my family and I want to be obedient to operate within His plan. Continue reading →
On Monday, I started a conversation about God and birth control. It’s not a conversation I will be able to end in this post or in any subsequent post. The subject is too big and ultimately this is an issue where as a couple it is best to seek God’s will through prayer. Continue reading →
Writing a blog post on the subject of birth control feels like something akin to willingly walking into a hornets’ nest. It’s not a subject easily tackled nor does it lend itself to feel good blog posts that make us all want to sing Kumbaya. Continue reading →
I have to tell you about what will probably forever be one of my all time most precious memories. Like the kind of treasure I want to carefully enclose in bubble wrap and tuck into the hope chest at the foot of my bed. I am cherishing this one. Continue reading →
“Behold, children are a gift of the LORD, The fruit of the womb is a reward.” Psalm 127:3 After experiencing two miscarriages, I had my doubts whether or not I would ever be a mother. Continue reading →
“Mom, I need you to pray for me.” The serious look on Older’s face caused me to lean in with concern. “OK,” I said. “What is it?” Older took a deep breath and said, “Well, tomorrow is Younger’s birthday, and on my birthday, he tortured me all day long. I need the Lord to help me not to torture him back.” Continue reading →