Category: Finding Grace

When I Have No Song

I hear Meg outside whistling. She stops and listens to hear the baby birds. The ones who’s nest rests on the downspout that I didn’t have the heart to knock down. The mama had wove in ribbon from a yard decoration Meg made, and Meg was proud they liked it too.   I hear her Read More …

When Jesus’s Blessings Are Hard

Meg came out of the endoscope Monday exhausted. I picked her up and held her in the rocking chair. She laid her head against me, her voice rasping through her sore throat, “Mom, do you know how much I’ve suffered?”   I pulled her close hoping she’d fall back to sleep and stop thinking about Read More …

Overcoming Doubt

We pulled into the parking lot at the hospital this morning when Meg asked, “Do you think I’m brave enough Mom?”   I slid the car into park and looked at her. Her question didn’t rack my brain, it pierced my heart.   Of course you are I tell her. You’re brave, courageous, and feisty Read More …

Making God’s Will Our Own

This morning I asked Meg how life’s going. Without missing a beat she answers, “I don’t know but it’s delightful.”   This comes from the same little girl I picked up off the floor last night after she fell asleep early curled up in a ball not feeling well.   Sometimes I feel God overwhelming Read More …