• I Am Their Mother

    June 22, 2014

    Photo credit: Rachel Sharpe Photography I’ve told the story of the identical twin baby girls who died in my womb and the newborn son who died in my arms six hours after birth countless times. Most recently, five times in a 48 hour time span. As the eyes of the nurses and social workers in front…

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  • Embracing Who We Are Now…After Loss

    May 15, 2014

    One of the most shocking realizations, after losing a child, is the jarring reality of feeling uncomfortable in your own skin. Nothing seems to make sense, or even feel familiar. As if it isn’t enough to lose what is most sacred and precious to us, we lose ourselves in the process. Activities or thoughts that…

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  • The Thing About Triggers

    April 17, 2014

    Time rolls along and it seems that wounds should be healed. I think some wounds just get a thick scab over them. Some wounds are meant to be felt and revisited. Maybe they’re just too deep to disappear fully this side of heaven. I’m a Christian, and a ministry leader. So, that sentiment, the one about…

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  • Grazing the Broken Places

    March 20, 2014

    I wrote a book called Sufficient Grace. It took me close to a decade to get it all out. And, it never really seems finished. I wanted to be a writer ever since I could wonder what I might want to be when I grew up. Words have always been a place of solace for…

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  • No Going Back

    February 20, 2014

    I was watching the movie The Help, a few weeks ago, for the second or third time. I noticed Skeeter, the main character, sitting at the table amongst her southern belle friends, as they played bridge while “the help” served them tea and desserts. As the movie progresses, her story unfolds, and Skeeter becomes more aware…

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  • Words

    January 16, 2014

    Words are powerful, wielding swords of destruction, at times, and building empires in others. I once attended a youth conference where they used an impactful example to display the power of words. They built a very tall tower of boxes, reaching to the ceiling of the gymnasium. It took many boxes to build the tower high,…

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  • The Generations Before and After

    December 19, 2013

    I sat in my aunt’s kitchen sometime within the first few years after my mother’s death, marveling at the women gathering. It is a simple thing, how the generations gather, talking, cooking, laughing, understanding one another like only family can. The simplicity, the familiarity of just knowing who you are and where you come from,…

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