• Words of Assurance

    Dear Darlene, I am about to turn 33 weeks pregnant and I know I will have to have a c-section. I have had two before plus one myomectomy. I am getting very nervous as I dislike the surgery (every aspect: spinal block, risk of infection, unable to move legs, pain afterwards, feeling helpless and vulnerable, fear). I put my trust in God when deciding to try once more but I am not biblically well educated enough to have scripture to mediate on for this journey. I hope you can help me as I would like to face this with God’s word in my mind. Sincerely, Mommy in Waiting Dear Mommy…

  • Weight of the Cross

    I have received so many letters of encouragement from readerss, and each time I reply to one yet another is finds its way to my inbox. Thank you. As I’m reading your letters (and I’m not through all of them yet) I am touched that women are reaching out to me to offer encouragement, and share their own pain. Women are coming forth from the shadow of shame to share their secret past of drug addiction, abortions, suicidal thoughts, and infidelity. It’s one thing to be forgiven, it’s an entirely different thing to accept that forgiveness and leave the shame at His feet. I wish that you, my readers, were…

  • Born to Heaven

    Darlene, I watched your interview with Amy. It was excellent! Did I hear you say that you had five miscarriages? I have had two and today I got news that it looks like I am having my third. I will not know for a few days as I did blood work again today. I had an ultrasound today and they don’t see a heartbeat. I think I am earlier than they think, but who knows. How did you survive five and still want to get pregnant again? I don’t know that I can survive three. I know God is in control and He knows best, but it really does hurt.…

  • Storms

    Speckled and freckled beneath the waves of his sun bleached hair, is a five-year-old boy who’s “all growed up.” The sun has stained his cheeks to a rosy shade of pink, but he takes little notice of this, as he’s only particular about his adorable wavy blond hair. This new obsession of his has led to the fact that Mommy’s brush is MIA most every day. I can’t bring myself to cut it, nor can I stop myself from brushing my lips against the softness every chance I get. So I do–unless he runs. Last night he ran. I chased the giggling boy around the coffee table, through the dining…