Today, I want to share with you the testimony of Jennifer from our Barren to Beautiful Community Facebook Group. Jen had reached out to me sharing this beautiful and surprising story of God’s kindness and mercy after 7 years of secondary infertility. With her permission, I wanted to share with you the “hope” that her story sings of, even when…
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Pregnant at 43: Jen’s Secondary Infertility Testimony
To the one who’s not ready for a season change
The trees are just starting to blush. The forever green leaves of summer have been kissed with just a touch of warmth, like a beautiful woman just beginning to age. When she laughs, the very corners of her eyes wrinkle, or twinkle, depending how you look at her. The trees are like this now. A little more weathered, and wise,…
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Searching for Spring: Real Hope for Cold-Climate Dwellers
I don’t think feeling desperate for spring is wrong. Actually, I think it’s a foretaste of what we long for in heaven.
I think that the longing from everything being cold, and dead, and buried underground in the dirt, to getting warm, and soft, and pushing up out of the dirt like the first daffodils is something wired deeply into our souls.
I think God gives us a longing for spring.
In this physical world that God did make, I think that seeing and touching and smelling new life speaks to some deeper part of our hearts that longs for this to happen in our souls and in our bodies in heaven.
Why Your Soul Needs Tending in Winter
January, February, and March feel like the awkward puberty months of the year. I just don’t know what to do with myself. And sometimes, especially after the holidays, I struggle emotionally and spiritually. I don’t know that I have actual “seasonal depression,” but there’s just something about this time of year that tends to make me feel a bit “lost.”…
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An Open Letter To Those Who Lost Someone to COVID
“Why did he have to die, Mom?” my 8-year-old daughter Selah asked me, her green eyes full of tears.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. And I hug her. I hold her and think about Harold, my father-in-law we lost unexpectedly last year. As I hold her, I look up and see the giant life-sized picture she drew of him taped to her wall, and the banner that says, “Grandpa” hanging above her window, and the tears roll down my cheeks and into her blonde hair. I don’t know how to explain to her why her vibrant, funny, joyful Grandpa died.
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