We gathered together in one house made of stones. We shared dessert, drank coffee, gathered further, and squeezed into one room to share our “One Anothers”. Words were read, words of life. Words like, His imprint and the brightness of His glory. We spoke of spurs. Lindi commented on their significance; she knew that using spurs on … Continue reading »
Posted in March 2012 …
Spring Break Stories: The Song that Stuck
While in Kansas City, we visited a church called Jacob’s Well. We sang songs I had never heard, and in the quiet of my heart I just sat and listened. I fed Eliot, I watched as Melissa held him and he looked at the bright lights of the sanctuary. I listened to the harmonies being … Continue reading »
Spring Break Stories: Eliot & Frog
Eliot plays with his frog toy as he sits in the car seat, tugging on the feet to feel the vibration pulse through his tiny hands. In ways that I totally cannot fathom, the synapses of his brain are firing, easier and quicker every day, and he is learning simple lessons like this: pull on … Continue reading »
Lessons on Normalcy
There are certain traditions in my life that I consider normal: morning coffee with cream and sugar; smiles and laughter with Eliot; nighttime routines of Travis and I trading off rocking and diaper changing; music blaring through the household at most times of the day; long conversations over meals or during movies; cooking together as … Continue reading »
Dish Towels and Dirty Laundry
I do my laundry the right way. By color, by shade: darks & blacks; grays; blues & greens; whites & tans; reds & oranges…every article in its appropriate place. My dish towels don’t always receive the same treatment. They are kept in a laundry basket by the washer, an easy place to toss them once … Continue reading »
Remembrance: a man, a mother, and a midwife (Marriage Letter Remix)
This post is about the man. The man that chose me, took me for his bride, carried me three and a half years. The man who rubbed my back when I got sick daily, who kissed my forehead as I laid in bed all day long. We walked together around the neighborhood, stopped when I … Continue reading »
Remembrance: a mother, a midwife, and a man
I wasn’t planning on having anyone in the room but Melissa and Travis. When my mom came in to see me, I didn’t want her to leave; she was my strong tower. Even her presence reminded me that she knew what was about to happen. She was there, our spirits exchanging words and life that … Continue reading »
Remembrance: a midwife, a mother, and a man
I’d like to dedicate the next three posts to the three people who stood beside me as I labored with Eliot in November. Last night as I rocked him back to sleep around 5:00, I thought back to that day, to the back pain that I can hardly remember now; the presence of my mother, … Continue reading »
