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We’re four days into Advent already and, incidentally, I’m in my fourth year of re-reading the dug-out treasures of that Luke 1 starting point that eventually became 25 Days of Advent: A Daily Re-Telling of the Greatest Story of all time. This morning, I crept downstairs while it was still dark, the lingering snow from...
Old news, but I’m an avid prayer journaler. I’ve used the same brand of pen for almost ten years and used to opt for a brand new style of journal with each one that filled up. But I think I’ve found my favorite and, the older I get, the more I like things to stay...
These words are part of a collection of writings from the final months of our ten-year-long journey of delayed fertility. In them, I’m pulling back the privacy-curtain and taking you inside the pages of my prayer journals to give insight to those who have not experienced infertility, and hope to those neck-deep in the lonely-midst of it....
We had our first real family Halloween this year, and it felt like a movie – those kinds of long-dreamed-of family events always do. With the houses decked out and parents huddled around driveway fire pits while their costumed children scurried around, hauling their loot. The fall leaves crunched underfoot as Jordan made his first...
Early one evening, in a Tennessee tent, I lay on a sleeping bag with a girlfriend as she prayed out loud. I grew up in a church that practiced the beauty of liturgical prayer – a congregation of words spoken in one voice. But that was all I knew of prayer – the words printed...
We’re four days into Advent already and, incidentally, I’m in my fourth year of re-reading the dug-out treasures of that Luke 1 starting point that eventually became 25 Days of Advent: A Daily Re-Telling of the Greatest Story of all time. This morning, I crept downstairs while it was still dark, the lingering snow from...
Old news, but I’m an avid prayer journaler. I’ve used the same brand of pen for almost ten years and used to opt for a brand new style of journal with each one that filled up. But I think I’ve found my favorite and, the older I get, the more I like things to stay...
These words are part of a collection of writings from the final months of our ten-year-long journey of delayed fertility. In them, I’m pulling back the privacy-curtain and taking you inside the pages of my prayer journals to give insight to those who have not experienced infertility, and hope to those neck-deep in the lonely-midst of it....
We had our first real family Halloween this year, and it felt like a movie – those kinds of long-dreamed-of family events always do. With the houses decked out and parents huddled around driveway fire pits while their costumed children scurried around, hauling their loot. The fall leaves crunched underfoot as Jordan made his first...
Early one evening, in a Tennessee tent, I lay on a sleeping bag with a girlfriend as she prayed out loud. I grew up in a church that practiced the beauty of liturgical prayer – a congregation of words spoken in one voice. But that was all I knew of prayer – the words printed...
