I regret that I didn’t seek to educate myself on racial issues until after deciding to adopt a child of color. Don’t make the same mistake I did just because it doesn’t effect you directly. As my friend @lightbreaksforth has said, we ALL have skin in the game. We belong to each other, don’t we? Showing up for one another means seeking to understand another demographic’s experience better today than we did yesterday. Right now I have a piece up over at @sickpilgrimmedia detailing what the journey of understanding racial injustice has looked like for me. The link is in my profile so, ya know, smash that ish. 🙌🏿
The hospital bag is almost all packed. (Biggest priorities: applesauce pouches, tie dyed rice heating pad made by @kayla.greiner, and Psalms of a Laywoman by Edwina Gateley, because there’s a poem in it imma need by my side.) 🤰🏻➡️🤱🏻 And speaking of waiting, I have a devotional up this second Sunday of Advent over at @blessedisshe__ on that very thing. Hit the link in their profile to read 💜
Fill in the blank, I said, as we watched the first purple candle pierce the dark. “I’m glad Jesus knows what it feels like to be ______.” Lonely, someone said. Scared, another offered. Left out, from still another. Then with all the confidence in the world the preschooler said, “I’m glad Jesus knows what it feels like to be HAPPY!” • The Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and sometimes all I can see is the heaviness. Thank God I have a few teachers under my roof who are a good deal wiser.
However you’re hoping to birth the image of God into the world this Advent, I believe for it with you. 🌠
Eric teases me about my heavy breathing when I’m🤰🏻but I maintain that he needs a second witness. The other day while I was making a salad Moses smirked and asked “why does it sound like you’re asleep?” #caseclosed #37weeks
Is known by one brother as “Bae” and the other as “Paz”, so basically is already cooler than I’ll ever be. 😎
Our annual hot cocoa + Christmas tree night started horrifically and ended like this. Sometimes if we’re able to set aside ideas of how we think life should go and instead open up our arms to the reality of what is, we’re surprised to find that “what is” is actually enough. Not easy, not picturesque- but still a wonder to behold, a grace undeserved, and so much more than enough.
One fish two fish, red fish blue fish.
This weekend our friends laid their baby girl to rest. We got home from the funeral mass and our toddler came down with a stomach virus. 12 hours of throwing up and 48 hours of laundry ahead of me. But every time I held him tight as the regurgitated liquid ran down my t-shirt, all I could think was how she would give anything, anything, to be cleaning up vomit. How they went home together to an empty apartment. • We had all prayed for a miracle. We prayed she would live. Why would God let a baby die? I will never have an answer. But a miracle is not that God could do our will, but that we could do the will of God. There was a miracle at that funeral; not the miracle we were hoping for, but a miracle all the same. • Full post on the blog today. (Link in profile)