Broken Bracelet. Broken Dreams?

For two years my husband has worn this bracelet (he calls it an “arm band”…much more manly).  And He has sported it every single day as a reminder to keep hoping, keep believing, keep waiting, and to keep praying no matter what we face on this journey.  Never once has he taken it off.  But…

Life is Messy

I scroll through Facebook and I look at everyone’s beautiful pictures on Instagram and as much as I try not to, comparison sneaks in and starts to fatigue my soul. Thoughts of…she is prettier…her cooking is better…their clothes are nicer…their life is easier…her house is perfect…their marriage is flawless…and so on roll through my mind.…

For the Days You Just Can’t Do It Anymore

There I stood (barely) in the kitchen with my elbows deep in soapy water, when the dam that I had constructed so carefully finally broke. And the tears I had been holding back for days? Maybe weeks? Began pouring out of me. As each tear landed in the water, I felt myself shamefully falling apart.…