Last Wednesday the word seizure shot back into our vocabulary. In an instant the normal of the morning vanished when Noah, in the middle of breakfast, wandered confused and lost. Mike and I stood dumbfounded, and Avry began to cry as the neurons in Noah’s brain misfired for the first time in nearly two years. If you’ve visited Noah’s Road to learn about our journey, or you’ve followed us from the ... View Post
The Summer of Sadness: A Hope for the Brokenhearted
Sometimes, in the midst of what should be holiday joy, we feel bound up by sadness. And scrolling through social media to see giant red, white, and blue hair bows; coordinating family portraits; and smiles bright like fireworks can make us feel as though our toes are sifting through ashes instead of beaches. If that is you, friend, I have been there. As I’m immersed in writing my memoir about ... View Post
Back to the Blog
My son nearly died eight years ago. I began my first blog then. It started as an avenue for prayers, hope, and a place for me to cull all of my heartbroken thoughts. That first blog became more than just a place to seek out love and prayers; it represented a part of my life I desperately wanted to leave behind. So after three years of pouring my heart onto a blank white screen, I stopped writing ... View Post