There is No Normal.

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.

This guy.

He is eight. EIGHT years old. Crazy to believe I have been a mama for 8 years. This little one has caused me joy, wonder, grief, tears, despair, ridiculous amounts of laughter and hope, and pushed me toward Jesus more times than I can count. He has a strong spirit, a leader’s heart, a sharp … More This guy.

Chiseled

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

Life for Life

Talking with a dear friend today, I was given the sweetest perspective on the life I am housing. She is wise and wonderful and asked me how I was processing this new one in light of what we have walked through these past months… She proceeded to share of her own story, of how she … More Life for Life

Intruders

As I begin to wake up from the nauseous exhaustion that was my first trimester of pregnancy, my brain seems to be coming alive again. Where I was before in survival mode, {and admittedly still have moments when fatigue hits and my brain draws blanks!} I do feel as if I am gaining capacity and … More Intruders

Ink

I LOVE to read.  I remember getting lost under the covers when I was young, and then a bit older {and maybe even last week}, staying up through much of the night to devour stories of all sorts. And while the electronic kind are convenient in, I want real live books, the kind that you can … More Ink

Storms and Sunshine

I mentioned that I had the sweet opportunity to share at an event entitled “The Anchor” on Thursday evening. I was asked to speak about “anchor moments” in my life ~ those times when I was grounded in my faith as a result of Jesus proving that he really is secure and strong and full of hope. … More Storms and Sunshine

Invaded

A week ago last Friday, I had the incredible privilege of speaking at chapel for Kings high school. Reminiscent of Leavenworth, the campus is tucked away north of Seattle. It was a gorgeous day ~ one of those where it seems spring has invaded January momentarily, and it felt like a vacation to drive away … More Invaded

Catalyst.

So you know those seasons in life where you are like, “I am killin’ it.” But then you realize it was because there was just no opposition? There was no catalyst to cause the ugliness sitting dormant inside of you to rise to the surface or spew out of your mouth? Like when you are not … More Catalyst.

Waves

They say that grief comes in waves. I have written that before here, the day we found no heartbeat. And weeks have passed and the waves have lessened in altitude and frequency. There has in fact been a sweet calm for some time now. Until tonight. Marsh and I were just finishing a movie and … More Waves