the /grace/ between
The grace poured out between.
On Keeping Them Safe
(Trigger warning: Brief mention of suicide and self harm.) When I turned forty, I thought I said goodbye to a decade of being tired. Chuckbob wasn’t even a thought. COVID was months away. // I remember when my Second Son was just weeks old, and I was a fresh mom...
An Update: (No human baby yet, but keep reading).
Oh friends. Let's recap the last 72 hours at the Huggins family circus. I feel perhaps the best way is to start with my Facebook statuses (statii??) Monday 9:15 pm: "Y'all. Pray for my little family. Less than two weeks to go and my hormones are Out. Of. Control. I...
Moving Part 4: Material Blessing and Spiritual Favor
(Editor's note: We are in Virginia now, and I have every intention of writing ALL THE THINGS and then I fall into bed at night exhausted and overwhelmed with nothing left. I am slooowly catching up in this space, but with Baby Girl due in 2 weeks, have grace for...
Happy Birthday to my First Girl
Oh friends. The suitcases are (FINALLY) put away, there is still a box or ten to unpack in the house and we are simultaneously mourning the end of the summer o' cousins and celebrating the end of the epic move to the woods. And yesterday (I mean 10 ish days...
Happy Birthday (ish) Second Son.
Dear Second Son, on the occasion of your second birthday two weeks and two days after your second birthday.In Hebrew the meaning of the name John is: Jehovah has been gracious; has shown favor. Indeed He has shown great favor in granting you to us. You bring us...
Anchored, Book Launches, and My Friend Kayla Aimee
Hello friends. It's been eleven days of much-needed rest here. We spent a week and change at the beach, just our little-ish growing family spreading out over the sand and the waves. Only the second time in ten years we took a vacation that didn't involve visiting...
Moving, Part Three: You Bear Me Up
I'm writing this on the last Sunday in a place I so dearly love, to the people I so dearly love. It's a familiar view-the second seat on the third row from the back in the left middle section. It practically has my name it. It has a prime view of my favorite...
Moving: Part Two
Oh friends. I am still having ALL THE EMOTIONS. We moved from our dear 403 house, our home for the last three years, into the hotel last weekend. I very much loved this house, but what grieves me more than leaving the walls that literally held me up through a very...
Memorial Day: The Wrecking
It is surprising how grief changes over the years. Some things I know, I expect. The edges of the wound soften over time. The fear fades, mostly. We aren’t sad every day. Some things I don’t. Nine years and change later, you see a picture on Facebook of a...