Our therapy tape job this week is fitting for these ‘lil fighting tiger paws, if I may say so myself ❤️ #AllThings #ImpossibleDoesntExist #WaitYoullSee#HisPlans
He knew if he could convince me that life would just be downhill from there, that I could let my heart grow cold and bitter. I could believe that I was forsaken and forgotten. I could give up on the promises of God. I mean, clearly holding my lifeless son was seemingly proof that God had failed me. I repeat, the enemy IS A LIAR AND A THIEF. … More Forsaken and Forgotten
Don’t convince yourself to turn back. Trust. Trust our Creator, trust the process, and, of course,trust yourself.
You’re headed to beautiful places. … More Trusting the Muddy Path
Most comments came from a really good place, but unfortunately hit really raw, excruciatingly painful places. … More I Can Cry if I Want To
I arranged it so that we would arrive at the school after the morning bell… figured the crowds of rushing parents and anxious kids would be cleared out by then. We unloaded the gait trainer and met Sophia’s teacher in front of the school. So, how incredibly blessed we are to have Mrs.Spilman as Sophia’s … More And on the Third Day, She Walked (Part 2 of 2)
I wrote my last post, “The Final Stretch,” three days before the first day of school, making clear that I was still believing for Sophia to walk into school despite the ridiculousness of the notion. The day before I gave in to writing the post, I could feel the all-too-familiar nudging of the Holy … More And on the Third Day, She Walked (Part 1 of 2)
It is three days until Sophia’s first day of school. Three days. A little over two months ago I blurted out, in a faith-fueled rant, that Sophia would walk into school this year. There was no one around, just me and our always-listening God. I immediately panicked, all too familiar with how exhausting it can … More The Final Stretch
The nervous part of me wants to just fast-forward. Like, “God, we can’t just fast-forward to the part where we get our miracle and You get your glory?” I feel God giving me the stank eye… … More Are We There Yet?