There’s just something about a mother’s eyes

"The chicken needs a bit more salt," I advised as I handed over the brown paper sack stuffed with the makings of a taco dinner. She took the bag, this perfect stranger, and looked back at me with her crystal-clear Lake Louise eyes. "The procedure worked," she sob-spoke back to me. And I saw it

5 things you should never to say to a woman whose baby has died

Tonight, I went to our local chapter of M.E.N.D -- a pregnancy loss support meeting. And you know what? People are saying the same old ignorant, hurtful things to women having a pregnancy loss as they did when I first had mine -- and probably have said since the dawn of time. I know I

I am 1 in 4

I am your friend. Your coworker. Your barista. Your accountant. Your personal trainer.   You see me at the grocery store with my kids. My baby swaddled up to my chest, my two older kids hanging off the cart I push around. You comment on how full my arms are. I smile on the outside. On the inside,

A whisper-cry of worship

Before I even opened my eyes this morning, a song was on my heart. "My soul .... Put your hope in God. Put your hope in God. Put your hope in God. Be still my soul." It was a song I learned last fall from the worship team I had just recently joined.  I spent

Why “<3" will never be enough

        Have you ever had a hurt that just hurt too much to bear on your own?   Today, that was me. I was up at 3 am, hurting, and felt alone.   I searched Facebook. Where I can post and get support without feeling shame for being so emotional? After all,