Some days I’m totally annoyed by internet she-speak and then the next day I’m all “Stop it, I can’t even! Slay me, I am dead.” #bestillmyheart #bestillmyduality
I’ve made no secret about this being a surprise baby, and I know that’s an experience many of you share too. This morning we attended yet another infant funeral, and the fragility of life is heavy on my heart. Earlier this week, around the time our friends were losing their precious newborn, I wrote a blog post about this unplanned pregnancy. In my mind the two weren’t connected at all, but now I see that of course they are. Life is tender and sacred and never guaranteed; we are alternatively called to receive it and relinquish it, and we never know which it will be. At the end of the day, all we have is our “yes” to any of it; our “yes” to whatever befalls our trembling, open palms. ⭐️ (the link to the blog is the first in the link tree in my profile)
That bro lyfe 💙 GIVEAWAY CLOSED! I’m swooning over the new line at @tea_collection that came from partnering with Native American artists. (They also have some darling newborn stuff as well!) I’ve teamed up with Tea to give one of you a $50 gift card to deck out your little ones with. Just like this photo and leave a comment, tagging up to three friends in separate comments for extra entries. Winner will be announced on Thursday afternoon. Good luck! // @marlaameyers won! 🎉
Where my Catholics at? ⛪️ Today is the day the USCCB has declared a national call-in of Catholics to tell our Congressmen we want a bipartisan solution to protect DACA Dreamers! Call this number for instructions from Bishop Vasquez, chair of the migration committee, and to be connected straight to your reps. It only takes a few minutes: lunch break, nursing session, nap time? Make a plan and join us today! 🙌🏻🙌🏾🙌🏿 (pssst if you aren’t Catholic but love the faith-based bent, join us too! I promise you won’t be asked for your Catholic I.D.)
Our church hosted a DACA dinner last night and we got to hear from three ISU students who shared their stories with us; stories full of courage, sorrow, hope, and fear. One girl spoke of how her mother broke down in sobs of joy the day the DACA program was announced on t.v. Though the mother’s future was unknown, she believed for the first time her daughter would be safe. As a mom surrounded by my innocently playing children, I choked back tears. I was ashamed of my country, but ashamed of myself as well because for the vast majority of my life I never paused to really consider the plight of the immigrant. For any way that I have unknowingly been complicit in a culture that turns away the stranger, forgive me Lord. 🧡 Hope is not lost and now is the time for urgent action. Today I’m writing my elected officials. Tomorrow I’m joining the Catholic bishops of America in calling my Congressmen and demanding they save DACA. Dreamers symbolize everything that is great about America- let’s show up for them.
I grew up in youth group hearing I was supposed to “be in the world but not of the world”; but now I know I’m just a part of the world. There is no separation. There’s only us.
Several of you have asked about this tattoo recently so I tried to take a picture of the whole thing but, you know, #momlife. Eve is holding the apple and touching Mary’s pregger belly and Mary is touching Eve’s face and smashing that effing serpent. It’s my third and biggest tat and a year later I’m still loving it. I know it’ll be weird and wrinkly when I’m old and gray BUT I’ll still be me when I’m 80. And I think 80 year old me will want to have lived with no regrets. 💥
Hoping they grow up to be as brave and undeterred as the Parkland students who are currently resuscitating my hope for humanity. #marchforourlives #parkland #momsdemandaction
What other kids?