Taking Time to Remember

Lately I have been writing about my journey as a mom of a teenage daughter but today as I wanted to take a little time to remember my first two daughters — Madisyn and Sariyah — who I loved but really never knew. Today mark’s the start of Pregnancy Loss Month. On September 23, 2013,Continue reading “Taking Time to Remember”

Not All Moms Have Kids

For many women today is the day where they are celebrated for having children, but for some it is the day that they are reminded in a large way that they do not.  Mother’s Day celebrates moms for the day-to-day way they care for, or have cared for their children; but the work begins longContinue reading “Not All Moms Have Kids”

I Thought — but He Knew

I Thought – But He Knew For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.  Jeremiah 29:11 Based upon the emails I still get from babycenter.com, I should be holding two beautiful one week old babies right now. Continue reading “I Thought — but He Knew”

Footprints

Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you. Isaiah 46:4 NIV This weekend I went skiing with a few couples and while many are great skiers IContinue reading “Footprints”

Let Your Writing Be Your Healing

Grief counselors are awesome.  Don’t get me wrong  — but why in the midst of grief doesn’t anyone suggest the simplest, easiest most available form of therapy — the pen.  As I laid on the hospital bed hours before the inevitable loss of my unborn little girls, nurses attempted to prepare me for my lossContinue reading “Let Your Writing Be Your Healing”

For weeks I have questioned if God would fulfill his good promises to me.  I mean why would he? He already took two great promises from me.  Would he do that only to fulfill it later? Why?  Sometimes it is so hard to understand why things happen.  It is so hard to fathom how hurtContinue reading