Poets and Saints Blog
The Gift of Life from the Ashes She holds a necklace in her hand and talks of her son’s death. Slowly rolling the jewelry in her fingers, she reveals the truth: Her son’s ashes are in the necklace. It hangs close to her heart, close to her broken soul, but not close enough to heal the gaping wound […] Read more…
This is the first part of a series on the Gifts of Brokenness—What I learned from the death of my son The leaves on the tree are yellow and orange, falling from the sky, soft as snow, leaving a carpet of autumn brilliance on the ground. My dog and I walk through them at the […] Read more…
How to Bear Fruit From Our Pain On a windblown day, in the middle of bean fields and October skies, we pick apples at a farm along a gravel path. The sun is warm and the trees loaded, their boughs weighed down by the countless orbs of red and green. My daughter eats three apples […] Read more…
My husband, Sam, was diagnosed with testicular cancer in 2005. He went through chemo. He lost all his hair. He got white and puffy and tired. And when it was over, we were given the good news that he was cancer free. We were already in the process of adoptiong from Korea when he was […] Read more…
It’s Fall 2008. I’m crunching numbers again for our second adoption. After working three jobs for our adoption, we are still short of our goal to complete the adoption process. The number is a discouraging amount–too much money to try and just tighten the budget a little more. I will have to find more work […] Read more…