Testimonies

He Settles the Barren: Stories to Empower Hope (Part 3)

It’s so easy to read a story of someone else who was healed, restored, or redeemed and think…“That’s great for them. But that won’t happen for me.” And I get it. It’s sometimes our knee-jerk reaction to dismiss them as nothing more than just “that person’s story.” But do you know what the word testimony… Continue reading He Settles the Barren: Stories to Empower Hope (Part 3)

Soul Food

Encouragement for When You Want to Give Up

  "It's not working..." my mind whispers to my heart as I scribble in my journal how defeated I feel. The praying. The hoping. The believing. It's not working. And the promises? They aren't real. But then my heart whispers back... Do not grow weary in doing good for at the right time you will… Continue reading Encouragement for When You Want to Give Up

Waiting for Baby Bird

36 Years Old and Still Barren

I turn the big 3-6 today (a baby to some...old to others) And I can't believe it. Never in my plans as a high school student, college student, or career woman in my middle 20's did I imagine life would look like it does now. Is my life bad? No. But does it look anything… Continue reading 36 Years Old and Still Barren

Waiting for Baby Bird

Will the Prophesied Josiah Have a Twin?

Sometimes I write to encourage, other times I write to record. And this one? Well, it's simply to record; because I don't know about you, but as the years go by, I often forget the details held within a story. This is why I wrote about my friend's sweet dream and the time a man… Continue reading Will the Prophesied Josiah Have a Twin?

Waiting for Baby Bird, When Someone You Know Is Infertile

Why I Choose To Sit on Mother’s Day

I took a quick glance down my row to painstakingly become aware that I would be the only woman of childbearing age, not standing. Another quick glance behind me, as well as in front of me, I determined the same. With my head held down and my fingers white-knuckled and intertwined, I braced myself for… Continue reading Why I Choose To Sit on Mother’s Day