When endurance wins, the pathway becomes clear—from suffering to endurance, which
builds character, ending in a hope that does not disappoint—it requires the absence of isolation
(a.k.a., having real community). This is victory.
There are no words today for what took place. If I could explain it to you in a way that may convey the magnitude, I would say an earthquake of the heart was felt. The tremors reverberate and everything shakes but the foundations seem to be staying firm. Today a line was drawn in the sand. The scene will be…
Tomorrow is not about mothers, tomorrow is about redefining what family looks like in a time of crisis
The scars on the outside of my body, the scars on the inside of my body, the scars on my soul will always be there. And I am grateful for the story they tell.
LTLU: ‘Living The Life Unexpected’ – Blog Tour Within every story of childlessness there is a line; a moment when you realise you need to do something with the hope you’ve been putting on hold for so many years. Hope is a funny thing because we’re all meant to have it, but as it says in Proverbs 13:12 ‘Hope deferred…
‘Of all the times for this happen, somehow it’s even worse just before Christmas.’
Milestones are something I appreciate. They aren’t always good milestones but they are markers which often help me rebalance and refocus. Recently, we hit the milestone of a year in our new home. A new job. A new season of life. One year on, I can’t help looking back whilst we begin looking forward to Christmas and enjoy the season…
Remembering your loss does not stop you from moving forward, in fact it is the opposite; the act of lighting a candle helps you own your story, it reminds you that you’re not alone and it declares that there is still hope.
Today, an interview I did for the Sunday Times Magazine appears as part of a larger feature on male infertility, written by Sarfraz Manzoor. When I sent in my answers a few weeks ago, it didn’t occur to me that it was going to be published on Father’s Day (I should have known!) but I suppose it’s good the voice…
Until my first miscarriage I’d had never considered or questioned whether the Christian faith had anything to say to the infertile or the childless, but six miscarriages later, still no children and a husband about to be ordained as a vicar I was seriously doubting whether my faith had nothing to offer the childless.