Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world. --John Milton

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

For To Us

For to us a child is born,
To us a son is given.
Isaiah 9:6
Merry Christmas mamas! Rejoicing with you as we hold our babies close this Christmas.






Wednesday, December 14, 2016

To Slay Dragons

Giving birth is even more vulnerable than lovemaking I think, because it's even harder to hide anything. Contractions split my body and soul wide open.

Fear met me uninvited and took charge. I found myself naked in a storm midst the roar of thunder and stab of lightening.

Birth holds mystery, both the dark and the beautiful. I find fear and pain there. I find grace. I experience dying and receiving life. I catch heaven's scent. I'm flogged by menacing curse. And in and through and around it all throbs aching love.




Fear gave me a whipping. I was disappointed to lack the energy to delight over the treasure nested in my arms. I simply felt relief that it was over.

I decided I would adopt my next child.

And that is how the first of three brothers came to us four years ago. I'm still exploring the mystery of it.




It's vulnerable, I know. Yet would you share a little of your birth story here?