On this day for the past seven years, my Dad has had a beautiful rose delivered to my doorstep. It's simply the sweetest gesture because it's his birthday, yet he thinks of me because it's Josiah Day, a different type of day I tend to celebrate. But while this selfless act is the sweetest, I believe the most thoughtful and encouraging aspect of this tradition is this: the flower is always a different color he strategically chooses.
Category: Josiah Day
God Made Me a Promise. But Perhaps I Got It Wrong.
Has God made you a promise but you are starting to doubt if you heard Him right? After all, why is it taking this long? If so, may this article encourage your faith and give you hope.
She Wants to Be a Big Sister–So She Prays
You would think after five years of nightly dinner time prayers and bedtime pleadings for a sibling that she would stop making her requests. I know there are days I can’t even mutter the words—at least not with the same fiery faith that her prayers contain. However, despite the years that have gone by with… Continue reading She Wants to Be a Big Sister–So She Prays
Shamed, But Unashamed
February 17th. It’s a special kind of day; my Dad’s birthday. It’s also the day I receive a rose from him in honor of Josiah Day. It all started five years ago when he had a red rose delivered to my home; it represented the love God has for me and my dreams. The next… Continue reading Shamed, But Unashamed
Moving Beyond the Shadows of Doubt
I wasn't sure why I had walked in there, but "in there" I was. And it was there, in the middle of the floor of this nursery, while sitting criss-cross applesauce, I cried. Never in a million years did I imagine infertility and loss would be written in my life story. But more so, I… Continue reading Moving Beyond the Shadows of Doubt