




You Answered

Weeping may tarry for the night...

I cried out. 

Lord, but when will my morning come?

because it feels like God isn't answering me. 




but I am running out.

I am weary.

I have nothing left. 

I've said yes to anything and anywhere. 

but I feel like God is sitting silently 

on His throne.

I am to make Him known,

to praise Him through the storm.

but when do the storms stop coming?




...but joy comes with the morning. Psalm 30:5b

And You answered.

Luca - bringer of light

Nehemiah - God's comfort


Luca, you are an answer to prayer.&nbsp;

Luca, you are an answer to prayer. 

...such joy.

...such joy.

Luca, you are so loved.&nbsp;

Luca, you are so loved. 

Our little light.&nbsp;

Our little light. 

Our morning.

Our morning.



We rejoice in the birth of our son, but we do not forget. Our mourning has not been replaced, joy has just been added to our grief. This is a place where sorrow and joy meet, a grief journey. a delicate dance. This is a new season to navigate, one with more love and more joy and more praise. One with sweet memories and still-dark days. One of tears. both bitter and sweet. 

Here's to the journey; the future, the past and most certainly, the present.

To Mamas and Daddies in Really Hard Places

this is the journey