Sometimes discernment is hard. But sometimes, God just throws up his hands and does it for you. (Twice, if necessary.)
The saga of our as-yet fruitless search for answers, in honor of Undiagnosed Diseases Day.
Staring into the abyss without clinging tightly to the hand of God is a dangerous game. He's calling me back to his side now. Take my hand, dear daughter. It's time to cling again.
I believe now, in my bones, that God is in control and will order all these scary moments into a beautiful whole, someday. Don't I? I think I do. Right?
Sometimes it's easy to get so busy looking for the big miracle that we miss the little ones. God answered a very specific, longstanding prayer of mine in a delivery of food: a miracle in a pot of soup.
Welcome, new readers! This blog has grown a lot in the last two weeks, and I am really, really grateful that you are here, however you found your way. Many of you have chimed in with wonderful, supportive comments, and I am so glad to know that you have identified pieces of yourself in pieces… Continue reading To my brothers and sisters in the trenches
God has drawn beautiful goodness forth out of the rubble and ashes. He makes ALL things new, even the raggedy souls of beaten-down special needs mamas.
Awkwardness! Confusion! Doubt! Our time in the baths was the beginning of the story, not the end.
The darkness never wins. The suffering cannot prevail. But that does not mean the suffering is not real, that it did not happen.