My husband and I have the insane privilege of serving on Young Life Staff, an incredible organization made up of people who love Jesus and hold the impossible idea that we are to reach “every kid, everywhere for eternity.” Every four years, the mission gathers its staff from the corners of the earth – this year … More The Table
I must rewind. It was one week after Finn was born and we were embracing his colorful little self and all the possibilities of his new normal. We had been praying fervently for good reports as we prepared for numerous appointments with neurologists, ophthalmologists and dermatologists in the coming weeks. We were raw and a … More Manna
This morning I woke early with a sense of utter calm, a deep knowledge that the God of comfort was filling every inch of my home, that He was near. And then I remembered. December 2nd. A year ago today, over 5,000 people visited this newborn, highly unattended blog to read No Heartbeat, to this … More Remembering
Finn is four weeks old today. How time plays tricks. The final days I waited for him to emerge — a week past his due date — those days stretched forever. And now we have blown through four weeks. Weeks that have been filled with joy, fear, sadness, hope, gratitude, laughter… and a whole lot of Jesus. … More Dependent
Day four was rough. I had gotten approximately 45 minutes of sleep; I am sure my hormones were insanely out of balance; my uterus was contracting; my milk came in which suddenly gifted me with boulders for breasts {just keepin’ it real}; and I was processing the fact that my newborn could have a rare genetic … More Seared
We were released from the hospital at 10:30pm after having a second MRI for little Finn and both tests coming back clear. While we might have stayed with our older boys another night in the hospital had we had the option {date night, right!? Our boys were with the grandparents and we had room service!}, this one … More Draw the Circle
We welcomed in the pediatrician on-call the morning after Finn was born to learn that the Port Wine stains we had been informed about the day before, due to their extent and location {particularly over the forehead and eye}, indicated the possibility of a neurological disorder entitled Sturge-Weber Syndrome; if there were “stains” on the brain, … More There is No Normal.
It was months ago that I showed up at a gargantuan church just a half hour from my home, to volunteer at the first of many stops on Beth Moore’s current speaking tour. I was placed in the overflow room with some dear friends also involved with Young Life, so that we might be available … More Thirsty
My relationship with Jesus did not really begin to dive deep in a rubber-meets-the-road way until college. I remember late night talks of faith with friends, pondering how one hears from God, how to pray without feeling like you are talking to a wall, feeling overwhelmed by the bible and what to read, wondering how to … More Grace and Truth
I was woken this morning at 4:40am by a sweet seven-year old who had dreamed he was a spy in the backyard who had taken a potty break. Let’s just say it was a very realistic dream. After showers and laundry, fresh sheets and snuggles, he was sound asleep, but the acrobatic feats of the … More Chiseled
THE TETHERING PLACE 