Infertility Wrecked Me and Made Me Stronger

For a woman who is struggling with infertility, a pregnancy announcement has the equivalent effect of a kick in a man’s groin. It knocks the wind out of you, pierces your heart, and accentuates the weight of your empty arms. You’d think this reaction would disappear once you became a mother. When you’re almost 10Continue reading “Infertility Wrecked Me and Made Me Stronger”

How my love for my son who is adopted and my son who is biological is the same, yet different

Only one person has had the chutzpah to ask me if I love my son whom we adopted less than I love my son whom I carried and birthed. She didn’t phrase it that bluntly, of course. And I knew she was inquiring out of genuine curiosity, as she was contemplating adoption after having twoContinue reading “How my love for my son who is adopted and my son who is biological is the same, yet different”

Hebrews: A bright hope

This Fall, I have the pleasure of studying Hebrews with some wonderful friends who share such amazing insights, I feel like they all should write devotionals or speak at church retreats. They’ve helped me look at this book with a range of fresh perspectives that bring some of the older – and honestly, difficult toContinue reading “Hebrews: A bright hope”

Dear Church: Carry light in your lament for our nation

Fury. Grief. An overwhelming number of sad and seething emojis. If my social media feed is any indication of greater societal trends, people in the wake of the election are bursting with emotions – most of which are in some way negative – and are voicing them every whichway possible. This has turned what is alreadyContinue reading “Dear Church: Carry light in your lament for our nation”

Out of muddy water

My friend Jessica and I went to college together years ago. We lived in the same dorm, and she served as my sister’s RA our senior year. Since our days as Ballard Babes, Jessi has endured some incredible ups and downs in her family life: marrying her husband, Ryan, giving birth to her first son,Continue reading “Out of muddy water”