Birthing Babies

I sent off another copy of Surviving Childlessness this week and, as always, I felt like I was saying goodbye to my baby.  Birthing a book baby is a strange feeling. I am overjoyed at the result, a book I can hold in my hands that looks and feels exactly as I always imagined it would. But […]

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Legacies of Faith: The God Who Weeps

It’s Mother’s Day again. My church is holding a Mother’s Day service.  Other childless Christians might appreciate the dilemma this presents.  On the one hand, I love my church and want to be part of it. On the other hand, Mother’s Day can be one of the toughest days in the calendar year. There are […]

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Why I Write About Childlessness

I relate to the boy with the loaves and fish. In John 6, Jesus fed a crowd of five thousand people by taking an anonymous boy’s food, five loaves of bread and two fish, and handing it out. Not only was everyone satisfied, they had twelve baskets full of leftovers.  I feel like that as […]

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Surviving Childlessness—Faith

Following God into ministry or into the mission field requires incredible faith. So does following God into a job in construction or a management position or a university course. And following God into childlessness requires faith too. Every Christian’s journey calls for extraordinary trust in God. Our faith overflows to our circumstances, our relationships, every […]

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My Prayer for You

There’s a lot of prayer involved in writing.  I pray when I write. It is my prayer that God will use my words, my turns of phrase, to reach people who need to hear from him.  Sometimes, when I write, I sense the Holy Spirit nudging me, prompting me to use certain language around the […]

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Faith and Furbabies: A Tale of Two Kitties

Yesterday I found a dead kitten on our street. He looked four weeks old, maybe six. He was covered in black and brown patches of fur. His tiny lifeless body was laid out just like he was sleeping. Except for the tiny pool of blood beside him, I would have thought he was.  I was […]

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