We have braced for the flood of wedding vow promises - for better or worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health - and emerged from each deluge gasping and holding tight. We did not begin with any naive illusion of ease, but we did underestimate the possibility of growing such strength. Perhaps because, [...]
Tag: Love
Living Things
Part One: I didn’t hear any wheezing or see breathing struggles. But I did see a strangely pale face and expressionless eyes. Like someone had flipped a switch to drain the color and energy from her vivacious self. I knew something was wrong. But when I left for the ER, I still expected to return [...]
Three Risen Loaves
There Is Much To Do
As the world burns, bleeds, and weeps - a ten year old finishes his first week of the fifth grade. Pencils litter geography lessons and long division. I begin gathering loose papers and stacking books. A journal falls open. Prompts mark the pages: “Things I’m grateful for...” and “Things I’m praying for...”. There, scrawled in [...]
King Ahaz
To My Daughter, on her first birthday
I know there are many jokes about how by the third child, no one takes pictures or records milestones anymore. And though I learned long before your arrival not to concern myself with silly metrics like height and weight; I have to say that a decade of motherhood has only taught me to record more. [...]
Easter
It is well documented that Jesus was killed during the time of Passover. The connection between these events is deeply woven. It spans centuries, languages, and cultures. During the first Passover, lambs blood was used to mark the homes of Gods people while they were still held in slavery. Prophecies written centuries before the crucifixion [...]
He never fails.
Just after 1:00 o’clock in the morning, a three year old boy cried out in the dark. Flailing and shouting that he was scared. He was frantic and kicking and pleading to be held. I tried my best to contain his fear. Then I heard the cry of a baby who could only feel nearby [...]
Broken Sword
A toy sword broke. But Papa assured our little warrior that it could be mended. He brought out two rolls of thick, strong tape. “Which would you like? Black or red?” “Red!”, came the reply. “Okay, here...”, Papa tore off enough to provide a strong repair and went to place it on the sword. “No! [...]
Enough and Not Enough
We are in the thick of toddler emotion. Knee high and everything an emergency. He cries when he wants something and cries when he gets it. He asks to be picked up and then begs to be set free. And it can be all too easy to grow tense and tired. Our desperation is surely [...]
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