Thursday, January 28, 2016

Good People

To be known. 
To be loved by a tribe. 

 
A sisterhood that was made in the awkward years, through fights where no blood lines tied you together, just the grit and hard work to make it through. 

I count myself lucky to have these women. The ones who pull me up. Who daily connect with me to make sure my mind (and my children) are still intact. 


The ones who have cried with me over love lost, stood next to me as I promised forever, have quietly encouraged me as I have welcomed babies into the world, who have cried with me over the imperfections of genetic codes, and celebrated the beauty of this life we live.

They have fed me, clothed me, and loved me through the hardest of growing pains. 
My people- they are good people. 














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Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Stand Strong Weary Warrior

All around me the battles seem big.
The whining and crying and deep deep frustration from my four year old, who is fighting so hard daily to be known, to be understood.
The two year old ears that find it hard to listen, the two year old will that finds it hard to obey, and the two year old soul that needs oh so much attention, tenderness, patience and fierce love.
The baby who loves to be close to mama in the hours of the night when all should be sleeping.
The ones who are over tired, over booked, over worked, discouraged and financially strapped.
The ones fighting for their lives, their health, waking daily in an uphill battle, but not giving up.
The ones mourning the loss of life, gone to soon.
The ones waiting so tenderly for the call that a baby needs a home, and that home is theirs.

The battles are big. They are hard and heavy handed.
Stand Strong Weary Warrior.
You are not alone in these deep places.

Thank you Jesus- for Your grace abounds in deepest waters.

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