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Want to be my hero? Feed me pumpkin scones. Once upon a time, I was a barista when a girlfriend came into the coffee shop and ordered a pumpkin scone. “I’ve never had one!” I said, handing her the bag. She looked at me as if I said I’d never seen a pumpkin before. Later...
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....
Oh, hello September. Look at you, lookin’ all shiny and beautiful and almost-fall-like. I hate to say it, but these lingering summer days are numbered. Actually, who am I kidding? This once upon a time Maui-dweller hasn’t seen fall in five years and I can’t wait for the chillier temperatures and cozy smell in the...
We were just weeks into making Maui our home when I tried to convince myself that I could have the best of both worlds: every day, summertime living by day and sinking into the ideal sleep-weight of a down comforter by night. Josh laughed at me when I came home with the fluffy purchase. “Just...
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....
Want to be my hero? Feed me pumpkin scones. Once upon a time, I was a barista when a girlfriend came into the coffee shop and ordered a pumpkin scone. “I’ve never had one!” I said, handing her the bag. She looked at me as if I said I’d never seen a pumpkin before. Later...
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....
Oh, hello September. Look at you, lookin’ all shiny and beautiful and almost-fall-like. I hate to say it, but these lingering summer days are numbered. Actually, who am I kidding? This once upon a time Maui-dweller hasn’t seen fall in five years and I can’t wait for the chillier temperatures and cozy smell in the...
We were just weeks into making Maui our home when I tried to convince myself that I could have the best of both worlds: every day, summertime living by day and sinking into the ideal sleep-weight of a down comforter by night. Josh laughed at me when I came home with the fluffy purchase. “Just...
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....
A great reminder Jane, thank you. Can I share a struggle too? I’m reading through the Bible, in Ezekiel right now. Have to admit…some passages are a hard read for this ADD person. I want to care about the measurements and details of the tabernacle but what’s in it for me??? Maybe a future subject. In His Lo
I don’t know how you do it…hit the nail on the head…God is surely using you right now to speak to me on the very things I need to hear! So grateful you’ve dug so many wells for me to gather from! I’ve got to let go of guilt and pride and self centeredness and relax and ENJOY my quiet time in humble expectation! Thank you, Jane, I needed this so badly!