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,…
… 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.”
A little over a year ago, pregnant, I joined our church choir with the caveat that I might have to quit at any time due to my potential for complications and bed rest.
Welcome to October. It has tiptoed in quietly again, a gentle tap on my shoulder, as if trying not to startle me. But I jump anyhow. And find myself twenty minutes late to catch the sunrise.
Two nights after John Blaise was stillborn, I woke in the middle of the night with a poem in my head. I’m talking 4 am. And full verses. I had been given this poem. A good friend from church and one of my writing groups read it for me at John’s…