I don’t mean any disrespect to the traditional child’s prayer, but it just struck me as ironic tonight. I am fighting to simply think about anything other than the upcoming pregnancy test. Laying me down to sleep in peace is barely a blip on my radar. But, I guess it should be. As the evening… Continue reading And now I lay me down to sleep
Just a few thoughts before I submit to the fact that I have to teach school in the morning and must soon go to bed . . . One day, I want to not be envious of pregnant women. One day, I want to struggle to find a babysitter. One day, I want to tell… Continue reading One day I’ll live in today
Hard days followed by challenging ones. Not much for a change of pace. Yet, as Hoping in God blogger alluded to in “The Aftermath,” I’m getting better at handling disappointment. It doesn’t leave me so raw, so glaringly wounded. I think that is a good thing . . . Today has become Day 1 of… Continue reading Now having taken a little white test
Do you ever feel like a 6-year-old all over again, begging and begging your parents for permission to eat a second cookie, spent the night over at a friend’s house, ride your bike one block past your previous limit? I can picture the scene now: small head and body bobbing up and down with anticipation… Continue reading A “Yes” Would Be Quite All Right
A moment of panic turns into a twisted knot, deep in the pit of my stomach. While hours ago I was calm and at peace, that’s been disturbed by my own worrying. I broke a cardinal rule: I began to “Google” symptoms (or the lack thereof) that I have been experiencing this week on Clomid.… Continue reading Breaking a cardinal rule
I’ve looked around. Facebook is full of tidbits of news from all my pregnant friends. One of them is being induced today. Another is just starting to “pop” at about 6 months. I’ve looked around some more. One friend may lose her husband prematurely to health concerns. Another is grieving the loss of a baby… Continue reading Perspective
Restlessly, I tossed and turned last night, fading in and out of partially-dreamt dreams. Some might tell me today that my life is only partially-dreamt, partially-fulfilled, partially-blessed. But, as I curl up in my robe by the fireplace, darkness still cloaking the out-of-doors, last night’s sleep fades away. With it recedes the restlessness that plagued me. Dawn… Continue reading When red fades into dawn
Let us not forget the One who promised, the One who is faithful, the One at rest. Now that we know what we have—Jesus, this great High Priest with ready access to God—let’s not let it slip through our fingers. We don’t have a priest who is out of touch with our reality. He’s been… Continue reading Let us not forget . . .