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Mother’s Day.  It’s happening tomorrow.  For this mom, just like many other women, the juxtapose on Mother’s Day is almost too much to take…one kid here, 3 kids in Heaven…on top of that, this year we have this crazy infertility thing to process.  It’s a strange road to walk.  So I didn’t want to start this blog on Mother’s Day.  Not on a day where my heart is tender.  Instead, I want the first post to be today.  Just a regular Saturday night.  And I want to introduce us.

family hug

This is us.  A mom and a dad, with a kid peeking out.  Ugh, he is a straight up miracle.  He’s this cool kid who loves digging in the dirt just like his mom.  Okay, his dad loves it too.  His mom digs to plant things, and his dad digs because it is scientific.  Jonah just does it because it’s fun.

We cling to each other, just like in this photo.  It was taken at a bluegrass festival a couple of years ago.  But it might as well have been taken today, because we look the same.  Standing.  Clinging.  There’s something so beautiful about a family standing in pain.  Clinging to each other.  I have a feeling that’s how it was meant to be.  And I’m so glad that is how it is.  But it’s not because of us.  We look this way because of Jesus.

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One thought on “US.

  1. cynthia reedstrom

    In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
    A wondrous beauty I see……………..

    So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
    Till my trophies at last I lay down;
    I will cling to the old rugged cross,
    And exchange it some day for a crown

    Anna: a yielded Soul is such a beautiful thing ………..

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