An Unexpected Journey

A dear friend sent me a photo today of a bubbling brook and peaceful rushing waters.   She texted me “as I watched the crisp fresh water bubbling from that spring it reminded me of Makiah, and I grasped my necklace of her Living Water Well that I wear 99.9% of the time.   It made me smile as I remembered all the sweet little girls that are now able to go to school and live somewhat normal lives because of Makiah’s dream.   This photo makes me happy and helps me to remember her beauty.   It has no filter or editing, simply God’s creation in all its splendor.”   Tears sprang to my eyes.   Happy tears that Makiah still comes to my friend’s mind.   Joy that the money Makiah gave from her piggy bank shortly before her death to help build a well at church has multiplied into many wells.   And amazement that this text came today, when today was the day I planned to blog about all the new wells! Yes there are more!   There are elev...

This blog has been about sharing my journey.   Being vulnerable.   There was a time when I needed to scream my pain to the world.   Not so much now.   I tend to find myself wanting to wait to write about things until they are resolved.   Perfect.   Or at least not so messy.   But the truth is we all wade through messy in one way or another.   And sometimes we might need to know we are not alone in our uncertainty. So here is a peek at my messiness… and the reason why I have been tired and nauseated and slower to blog than I should be! There is only one color that every pregnant woman dreads, even if secretly.   And one   Tuesday night a few weeks ago it showed up out of no where.   We were eight weeks pregnant and had just seen the newbie (yes, baby number 5!!)   on ultrasound for the first time a few days before.   Every thing had seemed perfect.   But now it seemed almost certain I was miscarrying.   I ...