• Livin in the Overflow

    It Doesn’t End Here

    I keep thinking of his beautiful silver hair. Baby soft, pure silver strands. How many times did I hesitate to reach my hand forward and brush them from his face? How many times did I pause, wondering if a man of strength and heroic nature like my Dad, would be offended if I ran my fingers through his hair to comfort him? But each time I did, he never seemed to mind. He seemed glad for it. And once I touched his hair, I always hesitated to stop. Dad’s silver hair was beautiful. I often thought of it as his crown of honor on this earth and I hoped one…

  • Infertility,  Miscarriage,  Pregnancy

    Healed from Infertility: Our Rainbow Baby

    I can’t explain the despondency I was feeling around the beginning of October. As we crept into the beginnings of the month, I was anticipating what would have been the first birthday of the baby we lost, and thinking a lot about what may have been. My husband and I had been going to a specialist for infertility since January and every trip yielded more depressing facts. When one problem improved, another unraveled. Here it was… October…. and if it didn’t work by November, the next step in the process would have required procedures my husband and I object to. I knew that in four weeks, I would hear the…

  • Miscarriage

    The Fish Warranty

    I don’t know what it is about my fish being so teachable lately, but recently, I wrote about Glory the purple fish and how he died, and ended the post with the scripture Ecclesiastes 3:11 “He hath made every thing beautiful in His time…” and while that post was all about ambiguity and how we don’t have to understand God’s ways for Him to receive glory… today, I was struck with something different and it wasn’t elusive. Glory’s life was very brief, reminding me of confusing endings and tragic outcomes… but what I forgot to mention was…. Glory the fish came with a warranty.   A warranty! That means that…

  • Miscarriage

    A Reservoir of Glory: Miscarriage

    We had been married for eight months. I knew that by most people’s standards, this was not long to wait for a child, and because of this, I never voiced my concerns. But it was a concern for multiple reasons that the Lord knows. We wanted a child, and we were afraid that we couldn’t have one. One night in church however, the glory of the Lord filled the house from front to back as people worshiped Him in the most sincere fashion. My mind and heart were so enraptured in the glory of God that the things of this earth, even the most important things, seemed so small and…