The Threshing Floor

For some reason, when I am in the midst of a crisis, I feel the need to clean.  I want my house to be spotless, everything in its place.  I have heard that this can be part of the grieving process, and it makes sense.  There is a need for something to...

The Past and The Pitcher

In one of my books on grieving the loss of a child, the author suggests smashing a piece of pottery as a form of therapy.I thought this was one of the dumbest things I had ever heard.I was on my way to pick up Todd at the airport while we were at the beach, and on the...

Tilted

A few months ago, I got an email from a girl named Sara.  As I read her words, I was struck by the incredible similarities between our stories.  She was pregnant with a little boy (Elliot) who had kidneys that were nonfunctioning, lack of lung development,...

4:7

I want you to know that I have started this post many times in the past 2 days, and my fingers have failed me.  My temptation in this moment is to just close the computer.  Pretend that none of this is happening. We had a hard day yesterday, a day that was...

How Deep…

Several people have asked me what a typical day is for me right now. Aside from a great day with my family (ever celebrated a holiday with Italians? Mangia!), there were a few moments that stood out, and I think they answer that question pretty well. I took a shower...

On the Road

I am writing from Lexington, KY, where Selah had a concert tonight. Since we only live a few hours away, we came up with Todd. I am so glad we did. We are staying in a very fancy hotel (thank you Ashland Baptist!) that is not helping me to empathize with Todd’s...