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Category: Family

granola and glasses of milk

On a Tuesday afternoon, a week after Keegan was born, my phone rang. I recognized the area code, so I answered, hoping it would be someone with answers to something. “Hello?” “Hi, is this Anne Wilson?” “Yes.” “Hi, Anne! I’m one of the nurses from your hospital. I was just calling to check in and see how you and your little baby are doing.” “Ok.” “So . . . how are you doing?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know? Honey, are you crying?” “Yes.” “Oh, sweetheart. It’s going to get… Read more granola and glasses of milk

longing and begging

It’s December 17th, we are right in the season of Advent, and I can’t recall a time I have longed for Jesus so badly. This week has been nothing short of longing. Longing for hope, peace, and anything that remotely resembles joy. And this is just my little life. One of my friends had her heart ripped out of her chest on Tuesday morning, discovering that the little boy she thought was going to be hers was in fact not anymore. They call it adoption reversal, which sounds like a… Read more longing and begging