Feeling Icy Tears
This person replied, “How old are you?”
“Thirty-eight,” I said…trying to maintain my smile.
They exclaimed, “Well, that’s too old anyway.” . . . .
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When Christmas Isn’t Merry
Because He can handle it all. . .
He gave me my joy, and He can carry my pain.
He sits with me in my mess and loves me anyway.
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Grace in the Contrasts
Fair-weather forecasters (probably not born and bred in Michigan) are saying this weekend is going to be chilly and drippy. But we know better, don’t we? As the northern winds and mist blow across our Mitten State a golden opportunity arises. A brief seasonal moment must be seized within a matter of days.
Of what do I speak? . . .
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The Day that Never Came
We all love the feeling of anticipation about a long awaited day. We look forward to exciting things happening as we circle items on our calendars. We count down the hours by crossing off the finished days each night. We have hope in our waiting.
The only due date I don’t like, however, is the one marked for a baby that will never come. . . .
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So I Weep.
I talked out loud to Jesus:
“Why do other people get to keep THEIR babies, Lord? Some of those people don’t even WANT to be pregnant. Why have I had to give not just one, but six back to you? I pray to be like Hannah, willing to do anything for a baby, even giving hers back to the temple as he grew older, yet again and again those dreams disappear? Why me Lord? Why my babies? It’s just not fair.” . . .
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Our Journey with Autism
Hudson gave skipping a scout’s try but quickly resorted to a wobbly side-gallop. As Michael and I watched our nine-year-old son struggle to perform a basic motor skill, the evidence began to sink in yet again. Hudson is unique. He isn’t like other average nine year olds. In some ways he surpasses the norm, but in other ways he clearly carves his own difficult trail. . . .
