Faith With Feet

“Imagine a world where our beliefs weren’t just something that happened in our heads and hearts- but became something powerful we did with our hands and feet.” ~Jennifer Dukes Lee We all yearn for a life of significance. Truth be told, we want to matter. We long to leave our mark on the world, but …

Grand Entrance

Traffic circles have only recently started popping up near my home. The one that’s been here longer than me I’ve mostly managed to avoid. I was schooled in traffic loop protocol in Houston, Texas several years ago. Between the Children’s Hospital and almost anywhere else, five roads merged on a loop with 3 lanes. It …

Responding To God

I listened to my daughter humming as she rocked my grandson, Thomas. The sweet, sleepy tune repeating was so very familiar. As she hummed, the words came back to me. “I love You, Lord, and I lift my voice to worship You, O my soul, rejoice! Take joy, my King, in what You hear and …

Baby Talk

My grandson, Thomas, found his voice this week. He’s trying out sounds that aren’t crying. He yelps and coos and contorts his face every which way to copy ours as we talk to him. He is determined to communicate, and soon. God, who came into our world as a baby, determined the course of our …

Who Does He Look Like?

My husband was enrolled in Genetics, the study of inherited characteristics, in medical school when we started making plans for a family. We spent our evenings talking about dominant and recessive traits and which we possessed and would likely be passed on to our children. No amount of imagining could have prepared us for the …

Defining Moments

Becoming a grandmother has quickly become one of those moments in life that changes everything! I’ve spent months preparing for it and thinking about it and still it seems surreal. I’ve looked forward to our grandson’s arrival since a few weeks after his conception, but until I held him in my arms, I didn’t really …

Upheld

Baby’s First Bath Being a new mother is tough. I knew it well at one point (actually at three separate points) but over time I’ve forgotten. It’s amazing how memory has washed away the monotonous unpleasantness, leaving me with rose-colored snippets of raising my own children. I’ve had the immense privilege of walking with my …