Honored to be a guest blogger on the Redemption Press blog last week. May we all persevere toward the hope that today’s hard will bring tomorrow’s blessing.,,
Her eyes spoke louder than words ever could.
Standing in the grocery aisle one weekend, catching up over frozen food and teeming carts, somehow finding each other after years of time and mamahood had passed.
The questions were much the same.
“How are you? How are your babies? How is your family?”
But even though we answered, something stayed unspoken. Written in the silence. Woven between our hearts. Wrestling through each pause.
The language known only to the parents of teens. The understanding that we carry hard things and tough seasons and broken dreams. The place where we’ve grown from storytellers to story keepers.
It could not have been louder—this sacred unspoken we shared.
As we turned to part ways, we looked at each other once more as if to say,
“Keep going. Keep moving. Keep loving. Keep staying faithful.”
The grace of parenthood is never an easy one and even before I entered this sacred season, I often felt lost and lonely in the places I felt weakest. Mom with a cane. Mom with a body that goes rogue. Mom who could barely wrestle one child, much less four.
But even in that weakness, God has grown in each of my babies something beautiful and rare and grown only through my weakness…
When Words Run Dry - Redemption Press (redemption-press.com)