[...] a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance." - Ecclesiastes 3:4 Disclosure: content and images included in this post depict infant loss and may be triggering for some. Aware of the impending grief, I sought distraction - chores, work, alcohol - anything to avoid… Continue reading A Time to Mourn
Category: Motherhood
Joy & Pain
Marc-Antoine and I continue to heal and grieve, thankful for all of the love, support and especially the prayers, that we have received. We have been generously covered by graces and continued miracles. This is an update, a Part 2 to my post, “Miracles & Trauma.” Disclosure: there are images in this post that may… Continue reading Joy & Pain
“Raphaël” A Poem
“Raphaël” A Poem
Miracles & Trauma
Marc-Antoine and I would like to take a moment to thank EVERYONE from the bottom of our hearts for the incredible amount of support and prayers we have received through this very difficult time. I am presently on the mend but remain in critical condition with a long road of recovery ahead. If I haven't… Continue reading Miracles & Trauma
Claim This Moment
"'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me” —2 Corinthians 12:9 What does being a Homemaker mean? Before having kids, that’s all I wanted: that simplistic yet demanding life of… Continue reading Claim This Moment
The Better Part: A Mother’s Perspective on Slowing Down and Being Still
“Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet and listened to what he was saying. But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and… Continue reading The Better Part: A Mother’s Perspective on Slowing Down and Being Still
Finding Confidence in Christ’s Call
Two years ago… It was night, and I had been sleeping for quite some time. My slumber was the quiet, eventless sort, void of any imagined things, people or events. Then suddenly, a man shouted my name, “VANESSA!” I remember shooting up fast in bed, my heart pounding, my husband still asleep, and responding—kid you… Continue reading Finding Confidence in Christ’s Call