A story worth telling.

One day, my darling Pokado came to me with a picture she had drawn.

“It’s you and Dad on a walk with all of us!” She said.

“Why do Dad and I look so unhappy?” I asked.

She pointed to a small house in the corner, and in it was a swaddled infant. “Because you left the baby at the house and you’re sad and worried.”

“But all five of you are here, on the walk.”

“I know. This is the next one.”

Then she pointed to a figure on top. “But you don’t have to worry, see, because this is God, and he’s telling you not to worry. He’s saying he’ll take care of your baby.”


The next day I miscarried at 6 1/2 weeks and Pokado’s picture…well, I latched onto it. We hadn’t yet told anyone I was expecting, not even the kids, and I couldn’t help but feel God had given Pokado something precious. Once she’s older I’ll tell her.

I want to thank my family and the Dearliest’s family for all their support, and for being there to help during the hardest days. Thank you also, dear readers and friends, who have kept us in your prayers and thoughts. 

Things are getting better, slowly, one day at a time.


My soul still remembers, and sinks within me. This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope. Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning, great is Your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I hope in Him!”

 Lamentations 3:20-24 (NKJV)

When life throws you a curveball…

….just keep on swinging.

I’m not a huge fan of baseball, even less so of sports metaphors, but that has been my motto for the last two weeks. Life continues on, and it’s my nature to try to stay positive, even in the face of something that looks impossible to overcome.

Two weeks ago my life stood still with a new kind of heartache, and if not for the support and love of the Dearliest and my dear family, I would not yet be far enough along in the healing process to write about it. Or mention it, I should say, as despite my years of blogging, I am a private person and really have no desire to get into more specifics.

Friends used to call me the Queen of Vague, and I have actualy tried quite hard to not be that way as I grew older (and grew up). I purposed I wouldn’t put something on the blog unless I was truly going to share it.

So, apologies for the vagueness, but it is necessary right now. After more time, I hope to share more, because there is at least one related story that still leaves me marveling at God’s grace, and those kinds of stories are definitely worth telling.