I'm here
I’m mom. And I’m here. I’m here for the mess and I’m here with the lunch. I’m here for the tears and I’m here to soothe fears. I’m here looking for lost glasses and hoping she just passes. I’m here for OT
I’m mom. And I’m here. I’m here for the mess and I’m here with the lunch. I’m here for the tears and I’m here to soothe fears. I’m here looking for lost glasses and hoping she just passes. I’m here for OT
It was a list. A list of goals unmet. A list of delays unacknowledged. It was a list of shortcomings compassionately, carefully, gently, laid out. One. By. One. The doctor made sure we understood. All the assumptions and expectations of age appropriateness. All the things I took for granted in
Where He had given thanks Other boats from Tiberias came near the place where they had eaten the bread after the Lord had given thanks (John 6:23 ESV). That is not how I describe it. I call it “the feeding of the 5,000” or “the loaves and the
Lord, plant me here, Where hope star of Bethlehem Soaks the dark all year round. Lord, plant me here, In the light of Your courts In love of a different sort. Lord, plant me here, Let me live all my days Fully know your ways. Lord, plant me here, Beside
A mother, she walked To give birth in a stall. A Savior, He walked To give life on a hill. A father, he led A mother, burdened with child. The Father, He led The Lamb, burdened with wood. The angels, they sang, “Glory to God,” The crowd, they jeered, “Take