Dear Childless Mama,
You know who you are. Whether you are like me and your child was taken from your arms by that nasty thing called death or miscarriage robbed you of that baby in your arms, or that adoption you so eagerly awaited fell through, or infertility has, it seems, built walls around you, so you can’t conceive, or you are still single and wondering if you’ll ever get to build a family with someone – you know who you are, and when I say, “Dear Childless Mama,” you know I’m talking to you. Even if you’ll only call yourself a mom in the depths of your being because the world might not recognize it in you. You know. So hear my words: Continue reading “Dear Childless Mama”
Gosh, it is so hard to wrap my head around this day, and I’m sure it will be just as hard in 15 years and in 40 years.
Today, Leeland would have been 3 years old. I still remember a lot from that day. I remember 3 years ago, close to this time, we were returning home from the University of Iowa Hospital with one less person than we had left with. Continue reading “He is Still Good Three Years Later”
I had a memory pop up on Facebook the other day from 3 years ago. It was this post from when I was pregnant: Continue reading “Missing Them”
It seems like the grandest gesture one can make – to die for another. Jesus even says that there is no greater love than to lay down your life for a friend (John 15:13).
It’s the most romantic thing a person could possibly say, “I love you so much, I would die for you.”
Most men have this innate drive to protect what is theirs. Husbands would easily give their lives for their wives if it was a matter of protecting them. Our small group has been going through a video series for the last couple months, and that has been mentioned several times.
“A man would die for his wife.”
While it does seem like a grand gesture, I don’t just want my husband to be willing to sacrifice his body to protect me. Honestly, I might be a little upset because he would be leaving me to live without him, so I struggled with this idea. Continue reading “My Love, Will You Die For Me Today?”
Tonight we hosted our Christmas party for our small group. It was a good night.
This day always seems to sneak up on me as I anticipate Christmas every year. In the middle of this joy-filled season comes a day that brought so much grief so many years ago. This year marks 17 years since my oldest sister, Kristen, died. It’s so hard for my mind to wrap around that number. Seventeen years means that she’s been gone longer than she was here. Continue reading “Too Long”
This is Amy’s husband, Jamin. She asked me to post on her blog since it’s Father’s Day, and I am a father. I’m not the “normal” father that looks forward to a new tie, beard trimmer, or a dress shirt. I’m also not the father that gets to look forward to misspelled cards saying, “Happy Father’s Day,” after they have been translated from “Apey Farthurz Daiy!” As you may already now, I only have one child – a son – Leeland. I could not be more proud to be His daddy. It baffles me that he was only born two years ago, but people from all over the world know his story and have interacted with Jesus because of his life…and he never even took a single breath while on this earth. Even though Continue reading “Father’s Day: Life, Death, and a Choice”
God rocked me a bit last night during our small group prayer time.
Have you ever felt God soften your heart? I go through seasons of having a harder heart than I would like because I don’t give enough time to pursuing my relationship with Jesus. I think we all do, and I’ve become very familiar with the process of having life put back into my heart.
It’s almost like Continue reading “What Fills the Hole?”