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...
We Are Having A …. {G-Rated}
Surely God is good. I have said it ... will say it ... over and over. Every moment of this unknowable journey. In the face of incomprehensible pain, grief, and even anger. And it is true, even then. God is good. But today, I’m happy to just say it because it’s...
Thanks … again.
So it's that time again ... time to do a mental re-write. Friends are coming home ... and more are leaving. So my list of "who's safe and who's not when the news is bad" is getting its yearly update. And this group ... I spent a year with most of them ... my big...
Where I Tell You About Panicking.
My heart is seizing up in my chest. I am terrified. Of what, you say? Being a parent. Now, I realize that this may be a wee bit delayed, seeing how that train left the station on or about July 30, 2007. But it’s happening now. Let me back up to Thursday. I was...
I Will Look Up
Last year, last January, I wrote this. About conquering fear, about hope. About the solution. Confession: I barely made it through April. Fear is still a battle for me. My words one year ago still speak truth about who I am. I am still desert dry, thirsting for His...
Peace, Happy New Year, and our Ridiculous Christmas Photo.
Happy New Year friends {I hope yours started with less vomiting, colds, and headaches than ours did}. I sort of took an accidental hiatus from blogging and the interweb in general the last three weeks... I mean, I was still FB creeping, and posting the occasional...
Twelve Weeks … Or, “In case you missed it, I’m pregnant.”
I have been turning this over every possible way in my foggy pregnant brain, deciding how, or if to write about it. Because I am happy, I promise, in the kind of way that you want to freeze and remember when the days are coming hard and fast. When Jaime died, and...
Christmas Joy
I'm reposting something I wrote last Christmas {still raw from the loss of Bug} ... something that still is so very precious to me. For at least half of the Christmas seasons I have spent as married woman, I've been newly pregnant or fresh-grieving the loss of a...
Guest blogging today …
We’ve moved five times in seven years. Five. We’ve lived through four deployments between the two of us. We’ve had months to prepare, we’ve had years, and we’ve had weeks. We’ve had days where we didn’t know where home would be two weeks later … or what country the...