If Friday was my evening of sorrow, then Saturday was the dawn of my rage. I admit that I held out a sliver of hope that maybe the worst wouldn’t happen and I’d get a miracle. But the heartbreaking physical evidence was progressively showing the contrary. Boy, did I pace my room in a fury. One miscarriage: Okay. I endured it. I prayed through it. I learned from it. I wrote about it. I trusted the Lord on that ... View Post
Every Time :: Part 1
I have to confess that I’ve wondered something ever since suffering a miscarriage between my two girls. Is a miscarriage any easier the second time, like after you’ve had a healthy baby to redeem that season of pain? Essentially, once you’ve walked through that grief before, if you are unlucky enough to one day face it again, is the anguish as gut-wrenching, severe? Or just to get right down to it: If, say, we ... View Post
Good Enough
My firstborn angel firecracker, Emerson Violet, turned FOUR on March 15. And to shamelessly turn to mush for a second, I cannot believe it. It’s wild to me, the passage of time, made visible in a small growing human. As Doug keeps saying, we’ve officially earned our undergraduate degrees in parenting, and what a true and cute way to put it, that sacred season we’ll never relive again. #4yearsdown #14togo #JK ... View Post
Identity Theft Arrest: A Testimony of Early Motherhood
I had the great privilege last week of sharing a bit of my faith story and mom journey with the table I’m currently leading at MOPS (Mothers of Preschoolers). How great is MOPS, by the way?! Hot coffee, cool moms, great speakers and five-diamond childcare. Sign me up every time. And I love this day every year, when the table leaders have the chance to step out, be vulnerable and talk about how we know Jesus. Where ... View Post
Peace from the Pieces
Today is National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day. Literally last night I was cleaning out an old drawer and came across this treasure of mine: the puzzle piece I stumbled across on the ocean cliffs of Corona Del Mar while walking through the deepest grief of my miscarriage, the little life we lost between our two girls. This puzzle piece was a kiss from God, a promise, a signal of hope in my hour of sadness: ... View Post
Kitchen Confessions: I’m Taking Back Crappy Hour
We were nestled in the comfiest corner of my family room sectional on a mellow summer Wednesday night. Me and some girls I call sisters, friends, fellow soldiers. We gather every Wednesday night in our home and could answer to all kinds of names—Life Group, Small Group, Bible Study, Community Group, Friends Hanging Out, even Church in Our Family Room. What’s noteworthy is that we gather weekly and intentionally along ... View Post