“You’ll never get pregnant again.”
Our hearts broke as my fertility doctor dropped those cold words on me and my husband when our daughter was two and a half, several months after experiencing a devastating miscarriage from an ectopic, or tubal, pregnancy. The fertility treatment I’d tried failed miserably…
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Motherhood: The After Party, for When Your Nest is Empty
The invitation arrives when you least expect it, folded neatly like fresh towels warm from the dryer and wraps, unexpectedly, around your heart. The invitation reads something like this:
Dear Mom:
You are cordially invited to a party. An After Party.
Your children are growing up. They’re heading out of the nest and all those years of love and sacrifice, cooking and cleaning, disciplining and discipling–are coming to an unceremonious end. This is your invitation to Act 2.
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Letter to my Unborn Child
Mother’s Day can be the hardest day of the year if you’ve dealt with miscarriage or struggle with infertility. But no matter what, God knows exactly what you’re going through. He knows your pain and He feels your loss and He cares deeply about the child you never held.
Mother’s Day Gift Guide for the Procrastinator
It’s nearly Mother’s Day and if you’re a procrastinator like I am, you might not’ve gotten anything yet for your mom. But it’s not too late! There’s still time to bless mom with something amazing! These are a few of my absolute favorite services I love and use everyday and also an incredible women’s conference I’m blessed to be part of …
What a Pedicure Taught Me About Washing Feet
I picked the perfect hot pink polish and relaxed into the big cushy massage chair as the glorious warm water swirled about my feet. Oh sweet pedicure! What heaven to escape for an hour with a fashion magazine, solitude and an awesome leg massage!
At least it’s what I thought.Typically an anonymous Asian woman starts the water in the foot bath as I check Instagram on my phone, or answer emails or texts. It’s easy to remain distant, disconnected and disinterested in the human being who is dutifully washing my feet. Today though, I felt the Lord prompt me to engage. “Talk to her, ask her name.” I’m fully aware…