This is not about how to simply focus on your own sinful state instead of someone else’s. Nor is it about calling all things good. What I’m trying to convey is the ability to observe and interact from an entirely alternate experience that is unshaken by external reflections of the spiritual war on our planet. I’m referring to Christ-filled hearts that close the gap.
Tag: gratitude
Our Baby Got De-ported!
Today is the day we celebrate Elijah officially being a normal, healthy boy, finally free of all physical “ties” to modern medicine. He had his surgery this morning to have his mediport removed, and he did great! We weren’t thrilled that he had to wait two hours past his scheduled time, but were forgiving because…
The Fun “1”
Our baby boy has graduated into toddlerhood. Elijah had his first birthday last Friday. Brian went to work for the first time that week, since we had been iced in. Most places were closed. People were ice skating and skiing on the streets of downtown Atlanta. The Tuesday before was supposed to have been Elijah’s…
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The Lord is my Shepherd. He has provided.I bask in the wholeness of my family, drinking up my sons and finding in each a unique and intoxicating bouquet. Again I smell, kiss, envelop the child for whom I’ve trembled. He grows so strong, snuggled in his garments, the tightly-knitted prayers of a multitude. His laughter…
Wait Lifting
As I wait again in the family waiting area for a NICU surgery to wrap up, I’m reminded of the difficult lessons I’m learning. The first is patience. I’m learning that God has a timeline and I’m better off letting go of mine and embracing His. I have a matryoshka doll of “waits” bobbling in…
A Tour of Thanks
Happy Thanksgiving! I wish you all a day of good health, happiness and fellowship. I feel so blessed for the people in my life. My husband is the most loving, dedicated man I could ever dream of. He is my best friend, team mate and life partner. My children bring me unsurpassable joy. It’s hard…
Here we go a waffling
Today has been a fairly typical day. I wake up to Isaac’s sweet voice on my right, going “broom broom BROOM!” I crack an eyelid, wondering as I do every morning in our blacked-out room, to what time they let me sleep. Isaac is propped up on a pillow driving a monster truck. A few…
S.A.H.M. Hill 