Silent night, holy night. All is calm. All is bright, round yon’ virgin, mother and child — holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace! Sleep in heavenly peace. How many times have I sung this as one long string of words with no meaning? This year, I am trying to see, to…

Read More

This coming February, I’ll have been walking the difficult road called “Mother of a Special Needs Child” for ten years. I wish I could say that I’ve walked, even danced, joyfully with God the entire way. More often, I would get angry or sulk. And there’s the one time I punched a wall. When I’m…

Read More

This Sunday, I’d like to share part of a message Scott and I listened to this week while we were traveling from one family gathering to another. It’s a sermon preached by John Piper on John 6:27-40, entitled “Behold, Believe, Be Raised.” If you click the link, you can either read or listen to it. …

Read More

This month, as I’ve written my memories of Elli’s first weeks with us, nearly ten years ago, I’ve been amazed again at the kindness shown to us during those terrifying and tenuous weeks. On this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for so many things, but I’m especially thankful for the way God has used people to…

Read More

(Don’t forget to visit Chatting At the Sky and read what others have unwrapped this past week.) Somewhere along the way, I bought into the line that good moms do all these great things with their kids. They take the kids to aquariums, parks, museums, libraries, and zoos. Frequently. And I thought that the measure…

Read More

A fellow sister-at-heart who still walks the difficult road of rearing a medically-complex child sent me this beautiful jar with glass beads and Psalm 56:8.It sits on our mantel as a reminder that these tears are temporary. Psalm 56:8You have kept count of my tossings;put my tears in your bottle.Are they not in your book?…

Read More