We've experienced a drop of God's goodness in the face of this little girl. An eternity in the ocean of his goodness awaits us. But we're not home yet.
Thirteen Years and One Daughter Later

We've experienced a drop of God's goodness in the face of this little girl. An eternity in the ocean of his goodness awaits us. But we're not home yet.
I hadn't asked to be told. I wish I didn't know. But I do. And I admit it hurts.
How good it was to listen to the doctor's Detailed overview of all that she had done Because she'd started the conversation with "Everything went fine." How good it was to wait that extra 30 minutes While someone sleepy slowly woke up and nurses Did their nursing on the sun who lights my sky. How … Continue reading Together
"I feel I am about to get back to the starting line of the waiting game again." Tomorrow Laura has surgery.
I caught a glimpse of God today. He was looking out at me from behind the chubby cheeks of a five-year-old. They were smudged cheeks, and her teeth were rotten, but I knew it was him. So I did the only thing I could. I rummaged around for colored pencils and a few sheets of … Continue reading Glimpses of God
I parked the car at the construction bazaar near our house. I clutched my phone where I had made my list. I was focused. I was unstoppable. My black coat was zipped and my signature checkered hat was pulled low. I was prepared to argue in the local language over prices if I had to. … Continue reading The Old Car at the Bazaar