When you feel left out

When you feel left out

All I want is to be in church. Right in the deep of the service in a row not far from the front. In a sea of my favorite Christmas carols, letting the music wash over me and my tired, end-of-year self. I want to sink into that place of remembering what happened that...
A Christmas ransom story

A Christmas ransom story

It’ll be five years on the 27th since Pete drove down the back roads of Owosso, Michigan to a small hospital and the hard delivery of our second-born son, Micah. I could barely look at him once he made it out I was so beat. I remember the email Peter wrote to...
Five Minute Friday: Wonder

Five Minute Friday: Wonder

After years of living all over the world my husband and I have a theory: “people are people are people.” {Especially kids, heh.} And when you all show up here every Friday for what’s nearly two years straight now, with your gut-punchingly awesome...
Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve

Into the dark. Into the night. Into the ache and pain and wave after wave of labor. Into the dirt between handfuls of straw clutched in desperate fists. Into the bite of teeth clenched down and muscles baring down and midwives singing down the fear, the fever in her...