This is the final chapter in our birth story of three parts. This one will be a long one, fair warning…

I am overdue to post the birth story for our son. That will come soon, but for now, I wanted to begin by sharing the name story: how we arrived at the name we did for our son. 

This quarantine life has become a surging, ever-challenging, sometimes changing long-term reality for us all.

Everyone handles this differently and what I hope emerges is more compassion, less fear. More grace, less hatred (oh the events of this time could fill volumes). More contact, less distance. More love, less judgement.

There is newness coming in many ways. This latest post discusses that and more.

“We learn through everything, if we are open. Even when we’re closed, we can come back to discover. It’s never to late to grow.”

I’ve never done the “word of the year” practice. 

With the word of the year, I respect it and have always thought it was a nice idea. I completely understand why it is done. Not only is it motivating, it provides one a grounding to see the whole picture in times of plenty and want, in times of quiet and times of turmoil…

I wasn’t even sure until this morning that I was going to give it a try.

I thrive on deep conversations. Surface level is not my comfort; in fact, it’s one of the most unsettling places I know. After all, we can no longer be strangers when we live authentic lives in the presence of others, and if there’s one thing I have wanted since I was a toddler, it was …

I will just come right out and say it: I’m not the size I once was.

But here’s what I’ve decided (and what I think we should tell ourselves, as women):
Dress yourself in a way that makes you feel great. Regardless if you’ve gone up or down a size.

Good Morning.     You.     Who may be waking to a multitude of facts and emotions that may feel anything but good. You, who may be in a hospital, waiting to hold your new, strong, handsome son – letting the sway and swirl from pride, fear, trust, worry, immeasurable love take it’s heights …

It’s been harder for me to figure out exactly what I wanted to do this year, to observe Lent – as far as self-reflection and sacrifice is concerned. I know I wanted to read, meditate on Scripture, write, pray. These are center and always a part of this season.

credit When it sneaks into facets of your life. Unpredictable, invasive, worming it’s way through healthiness and systematically degenerating the fruits of living. It can be different for everyone – what fear affects. What its triggers are. How heavy or fleeting it can settle. Deep breath and truth time:       for me     …