Hollow But Not Empty
It was ten years ago this morning that the Doppler couldn’t find my son’s heartbeat.
It was ten years ago this morning that the Doppler couldn’t find my son’s heartbeat.
The hand of God is always a hand of mercy and grace.
I am untangling what I believe and who I am and all the words that my God says about me . . .
What if we shifted our perspective and truly trusted God’s good hand?
My grandmother, Eva Cobb, died last Tuesday. She never, ever let me forget that I was loved.
It is in the doubt and the fear and the anger that we must turn to the Truth. It shines like the tiniest candle in the darkness of grief, and if we keep forcing our eyes back to it, the light grows brighter and we gain understanding and wisdom.
October 2015 is two hours from over, and it has been one of the hardest months of my life. Some periods of our lives are like roller coasters emotionally, but for me October has been a hurricane– a constant swirl of stress and grief and joy and fear and laughter and loneliness. The calm center […]
I was in bed half asleep when I suddenly just had to write. I kind of hate when that happens. And if I’m going to blog right now, tonight, it should be about a little boy who turned seven today and had such a fun birthday. But I’m not going to blog about that. Maybe […]
We go out to dinner, because we already had the babysitter lined up and the boys are at my parents’ house for the weekend and we both feel like maybe we should get out of the house. Our conversation spins quietly from the silly to the serious. I point out the busboy who behaves like […]
It has been a year since the horrible day we learned that our growing baby, whose perfect heartbeat we had heard only a month before, had died in my womb. One year passes so quickly and so slowly, bringing with it changes and sorrows and joys. I am not the same person I was a […]