It’s a strange thing to be told two months before your due date that you and your soon-to-be-born child would likely not survive if you go into labor. But for me, it’s the beginning of a story of God’s tenderness and power.

Why can’t I stop crying every time I listen to 90s CCM?

A story of an old country church and the faithfulness of God

A reflection on the gift of Tim Keller’s life, written on the day of his death

I ask his Spirit to bring life and joy and do a new thing, but I know life and joy and newness are so often born out hard things. And I feel myself bracing for impact rather than opening my hands. 

As I ironed shirts at my usual spot by the kitchen window today, Matt came out of our guest-room-turned-office and stopped to chat about our day so far on his way to get something from another room. A quick kiss, and he was off to find whatever it was, and I hit play on my podcast and got back to ironing.

Today marks one year since I was hospitalized with a pregnancy complication that was life-threatening for both me and Henry.