poetry • art • marriage • momhood • faith

Posts tagged faith

Capture Your Grief Day 18: Release

All of life is a game of Catch and Release, isn’t it? Some things are harder to catch (on to) than others: the ideal spouse, a good job, a sense of self-esteem.  For some of us, children. Or maybe faith, inner peace, or acceptance of circumstances.  Mick Jagger might add “satisfaction” to the list. Why […]

Capture Your Grief Day 10: Beliefs

I was a big fan of Joan of Arcadia back in the day. (I’m still disappointed it was pulled after just two seasons.) I loved how Joan—and the audience—never knew whose voice God would use to speak to her. Tonight, as my nine-year-old son read to the four-year-old (and the seven-year-old eavesdropped), I thought of Joan.  It […]

Capture Your Grief Day 4: Legacy

A great misconception our culture perpetuates is that the longer the life, the greater the legacy, the more valuable the life. This is closely tied to the ugly belief some hold that a child in the womb has no “value” unless the mother wants him or her. But as many post-abortive women eventually realize, even […]

Capture Your Grief Day 3: Myths

October 3, 2013   “How are you doing?” That is perhaps the most difficult question to answer after losing a baby.  At least that’s been the case for me. How exactly am I supposed to answer that question?  On what scale am supposed to evaluate my well-being? And, really, does the asker truly have the time (let […]

Capture Your Grief Day 2: Identity

October 2, 2013 I am the mother of five boys. My husband and I have joked that the reason God hasn’t given us a girl yet is that we can’t agree on a girl name. In five pregnancies, we haven’t decided on a girl name once, but the boys’ names have come relatively easily. Even […]

torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

Poetry by Julie Ann Cook!

Order your copy of
Love Like Weeds
by Julie Ann Cook
through Main Street Rag Publishing Company.

Get E-Cheese

Enter your email address to subscribe to "Digging Cheese Out of Carpet" and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 156 other subscribers

Old Cheese