Are You Broken?
"And what could this bowl, broken, unable to fill its needs, do to earn my reaching out to put it back together? Not a thing. The only aspect about it that has earned its healing is that it's broken."
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Hope
Featured, God, Jesus, Thoughts
Hope for Election Day 2020
It’s been quite a year, hasn’t it? When embarking on a year with such an epic number as 2020 – the repetition in the very number seems to make it feel important – a number equated with clear eye-sight, the standard for real vision and clarity, I know so many of us thought this year would be incredible. A year of focus, so many chose to believe. And, yet, what it has brought to every human heart is the understanding that we control so little. When the world shut down, we learned a focus we ...
Featured, Gestational Carrier, Surrogacy, Thoughts
Of Trust
Lately I have written lot about hope – particularly since the miscarriage we experienced this spring. I’ve been very particular to label it as “hope” because I’ve struggled deeply with the concept of “faith” – inasmuch as it’s defined in Hebrews 11:1 as “the assurance of things hoped for.” I knew God had called us to this journey as a gestational carrier, but I also knew He had never assured us of a certain outcome, though we ...
Featured, Gestational Carrier, Surrogacy
Of Riding the Line
Sunday, November 5, was a difficult day. It was the birthday of a sweet young family member born only four months before our youngest, but who left this world without warning two weeks before our little one entered it. It was the day we received news of 26 strangers, though bound to us by the blood of Christ, who attended church one morning and never returned home. It was the day a young man in our own church family, a husband and father of three young boys, who has spent his life battling ...
Featured, Gestational Carrier, Surrogacy, Uncategorized
Of the Fear-Filled Morning
It began with a trickle. But the trickle was pink. And that’s not a good color to find on your bedsheet when you’re pregnant. But when I felt the rush of fluid while heading in the hospital doors, touched my soaking pants and came away with fingers wet with red, my intermittant nervous tears turned into full weeping. It was too late. I just knew it. At nearly 15 weeks, this baby was gone. When I continued to see an overwhelming amount of reddish pink on the ER bed sheets, the ...