Four Fingers

Four years of Finn. Four of the sweetest and hardest of my life.


You are my heart on my sleeve. My superhero on wheels. My unexpected miracle.


I am honored to be your mom, cheering and jumping up and down on the front row of your little life.


God has big, important things for you to do, and we’re all watching.


Happiest Birthday, Mighty Finn!

“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.” Psalm 91:4

(We’ve prayed this over you since you were in my belly, and we’re not stopping now.)

The Drum

If God were an instrument, I think He’d be a drum. His deep, syncopated rhythm commanded the room and my heart’s full attention. I heard Him in the pounding.

FullSizeRender 38

His  B  O  O  M  echoed through me and I shuttered; awake to His impressive presence. He is holy and I am most definitely not.

FullSizeRender 39

I’ve heard Him in the hymn before; the piano’s lilting tune. The skillful strum of Joey’s guitar. I hear Him in the clear, confident voice of a gifted vocalist. He is all around, before, behind and within. This weekend, though, I heard Him in the drum.