Why a Picture Still Falls Short After a Thousand Words

First-girl is running around the backyard, cutting grass to feed to the neighbor chickens. Second Little has a carrot the size of her arm in her hand, freshly pulled from our miracle garden, because really, who would have ever thought I could grow something from soil and sun? We're sitting in the backyard, waiting in…

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A Special Announcement from Our Little Tribe

A year ago I joined a club of women I never wanted to be part of. We’re the moms who’ve held our babes in our hearts and our wombs but never really in our arms. I spent the better part of the next twelve months aching for another, each month hoping it would bring news…

Why the Cross is Hope for all Our Busted Expectations

It's Palm Sunday and I'm grumbling in the back, feeling anything but arm waving and hallelujahs. And Abba, He gently nudges me, gently asks why the dark cloud? It takes me a few minutes and then I hit on it. I'm so disappointed that I once again fell for the trap. The trap of an…