She hadn’t added to the nursery in years. But one quiet act—placing baby shoes in the drawer—reignited a faith that had grown numb. If you’ve ever found yourself believing in silence, this story will speak straight to your waiting heart.
Tag: Josiah Day
My Daddy Gave Me a Rose for Infertility (and here is why)
In this heartfelt article, the author reflects on a decade-long tradition of receiving a rose from her father every year on his birthday. This year’s white rose with a red tip carries a powerful message: don’t waste the wait. It’s a story of hope, purpose, and trusting God's timing.
And the Color Is Orange
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.
Every Year My Daddy Gives Me a Rose for Infertility
Red. Blue. Green. White. It takes a special person to see infertility through the color of a rose. And every year for the past four years, my Daddy has done just that. You see, on the 17th day of February, my Daddy, whom I like to call "Pa", has had a beautiful rose delivered to… Continue reading Every Year My Daddy Gives Me a Rose for Infertility
Risking My Reputation
Today, I stood in the baby section to celebrate Josiah Day. My original plan was to grab a package of diapers, maybe even some wipes (trying to play it safe), but I accidentally went one aisle too far and found myself in the baby shoes/socks aisle. Sigh. There is something about tiny baby socks that… Continue reading Risking My Reputation