Writing about Jesus With Gratitude + Grace

Plans. I’m beginning to wonder why I bother to make them at all.

When I was trying to wrap my mind around the words I’d been told about my newborn son, it was more than I could bear.

My Dad used to love to “tackle the waves” with me when I was a kid.

I knew there would be hard days, but I had no idea just how far beyond myself those days would take me.

I recently downloaded the audio version of “Girl, Wash Your Face” by Rachel Hollis.

My son has been the one in the hospital. But I've been the one breaking.

When I did my internship in 2005 with the women’s minister at a large, urban church, I asked her for some book recommendations.

Through those last few days of laboring to learn crisis care for a baby, I constantly reminded myself to breathe.

My goodness, do I have some scars today.

One year ago this week was the most terrifying and awful time in my life.

My son, Redmond, is 11-months old and thriving.

There’s a famous poem about Down syndrome called “Welcome to Holland.”

I never considered the possibility that a traumatic birth and subsequent stay in the NICU with my baby could lead to a diagnosis of PTSD.

We rolled into our own driveway at 1:47am on New Year’s Eve.

I’ve spent a lot of time in Facebook groups for moms of kids with Down syndrome this year.

I’m so pleased to introduce you to our second son, Redmond Samuel Wyse. He was born via emergency c-section because he was in distress.

My parents taught me a valuable lesson in the middle of what must have been very frightening to them.

Marriage is hard.

Luke 1:45 (NIV) says, “Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill His promises to her!”

I decided that my new year’s resolution is to BE AWESOME.