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My Third Trimester Bump

This past Saturday marked 30 weeks gestation for our little Bacon Bit. Every week continues to be a blessing, an affirmation of hope. And every week brings us a bit closer to holding our little boy. The thought makes my heart swell. And the thought makes my heart ache. Yesterday, John Blaise would have turned […]

Swimming with Bacon Bit with Christ as King

… for several weeks now I’ve had a swimming companion. This person swims 24/7 and has already taught me a great deal. Admittedly, maybe not much about swimming. But plenty about submitting to God’s will in all things. And lots about hope, trust, and finding joy in the moment.

I affectionately call my swim buddy “Bacon Bit.”

Looking for Answers & Hope

I hate to complain, so I usually don’t, but I have to be honest here: Aging sucks. Having health issues sucks. Having “mental illness” sucks.   And looking for answers, finding the right medication, the right doctor, the right ANSWERS sucks too. Especially when the search is fruitless.

Capture Your Grief 2014 -Day 31: Sunset

It’s essentially impossible for me to do the Sunset post on time. October 31 is always Halloween, I have trick-or-treat age kids, and the sunset falls right in the middle of all the festivities. So for me it’s nearly impossible to capture the sunset photo AND find the time to write the post. I share […]

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 […]

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

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