I remember using a black felt tip marker, writing the words, “baby due” and circling March 9th on the calendar that lay by the phone on our kitchen counter. There is nothing quite like the first time you see those two pink lines.
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I remember using a black felt tip marker, writing the words, “baby due” and circling March 9th on the calendar that lay by the phone on our kitchen counter. There is nothing quite like the first time you see those two pink lines.
Read More“Hello beautiful! What are you doing this afternoon? I’m Georgia bound, passing through Knoxville later today…” My friend’s text appeared as I was heading in to teach my first class of the day. She was en route to Dalton, a small town 104 miles to the south, to investigate stories she’d heard about a Bible…
Read MoreCan a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palm of my hands. –Isa. 49:15-16 My iPhone alarm triggers a surge of cortisol through my weary body. The blue light flashes 2:30AM. I feel empty and anxious as…
Read MoreSeveral years ago, my husband, Stephan, and I traveled to the Pacific Northwest for a series of engagements over a long weekend—a church, a university, and an event with the local community. The air in Spokane was crisp and the mountains, already snow-capped. Trees were were just beginning to turn fiery hues of orange and…
Read MoreWhen I planned to host a Red Tent Dinner in March, I wondered and prayed about who to invite. Names and faces of women came to mind over time and as they did I jotted their names on an invitation list.
Read More“No!! Please don’t leave me here with these people I don’t know!” I begged desperately for my husband not to leave.
Read MoreIt was summer and I was hoping. The night before I took a pregnancy test, I had a dream where I was standing in a bright nursery, sun streaming in, holding my swollen belly.
Read MoreI never thought I’d watch The Anchor House flood.
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