When Infertility Still Stings

There were four yesterday. FOUR. Sweet black and white pictures of little nuggets (that mostly look like aliens) fill my newsfeed. And all these years later, it still hurts. Not nearly as bad, but it does. I still get baby shower invitations in the mail, and it...

Beautiful Brokenness

I sat in our hospital room with tears in my eyes and a heavy heart. How can something so broken, be so beautiful? My whole family was sleeping. I watched her mince as she changed positions and found a more comfortable way to rest. Her poor body had endured much with...

Waiting…

I hate it. Never. Ever. Have I liked to wait. But I find myself doing it all the time. It never fails. If I am late for work, I will absolutely find myself waiting at EVERY. SINGLE. RED. LIGHT. On really long days after teaching six year olds, I STARE at the...