Monthly Archives: May 2012

It’s my party & I’ll cry if I want to ;)


Tears fell unashamedly today.
As we left St. Luke’s.
Big, crocodile, wet tears.
Tears of tenderness.
Tears of humbled gratefulness.
It was the last time one of our kiddos would call that place “school”.
St. Luke’s has been part of our lives for over 7 years…Early on, Miss Ella, Debbie, Cinda, Sandy….(all PDO teachers I couldn’t have survived toddlerhood without). Grin.
Then as the kids got older, a host of godly preschool teaching women patiently poured into them scripture, handwriting, music…love.
They encouraged those babes.
They held my hand when I didn’t have a road map to navigate the newness of motherhood. They prayed, and sang and loved.
They loved.
And I loved too.
I am undone.
Without question, our lives are better because of that place. It seems like yesterday Meredith was a toddler learning sign language to “My Fathers House” and learning God’s Word……Cameron, the one who loved his mommas arms, learned safety and comfort, self confidence. The friendships that came from there are such gifts.
And this season of our life is over.
Sad? Yes.
Incredibly grateful?
Oh, yes.


Belly Buttons


The selfless act of carrying life within the womb. Nourishing the life, giving freely.

It amazes me that the Lord graced us with two beautiful, healthy children. The two who have belly buttons because of me.

The belly buttons.

Not because I am anything special.

Certainly not because of any merit of my own.

But because the Lord was gracious. He saw what would become of this journey.  He knew what our little family would grow to be. Yet still, what He is allowing us to flesh out in this daily walk called LIFE.

Immeasurably blessed. Twice.

A bundle of pink joy, the week before Christmas…

And a tiny man-child, born on a sweltering August day.

Two belly buttons. Two lives. Two gifts. Oh sweet Jesus, thank you for your kindness toward us.

For allowing us the gift of parenthood. Of laughter, joy, and the moments I am slack-jawed at your overwhelming grace and mercy toward our messy lives.

Lest we ever forget our roots. Motherhood isn’t easy, and for the momma of mine who did her best, I am thankful.  I am thankful to you, who carried me all those years ago.  Thanks for the belly button, Mom.