The backseat of my car is strangely quiet – the ride curiously devoid of its usual symphony of animal imitations, tired cries, and gleeful toddler babbling. I turn the radio down to listen for sounds of rhythmic breathing or the gentle pop of a soother falling from my son’s sleepy lips. It is completely quiet. It is then, […]
“Do you still have bad days?” The question lingers in the air as I quietly debate how best to answer it. I’ve had to answer this question more frequently of late – it seems to be yet another by-product of the passage of time. It’s been twenty months since I lost my sweet baby boy; twenty months since I felt his […]
“Aren’t you afraid that he’s going to fall?” Legs dangling, feet swinging, my son stuffs a handful of cheese into his mouth and giggles from the comfort of his Guzzie + Gus Perch highchair. Whenever we invite guests over for dinner, this is inevitably one of the questions that gets asked. Will this “floating” perch hold his weight?
Welcome!
Hi, I’m Liz! I am a writer, mama of eight (three in my arms, five in heaven), slurpee enthusiast, and avid reader. I started blogging after a stillbirth and four miscarriages, and am passionate about finding beauty within the stories we’ve been given. In addition to writing about all things faith, motherhood, and grief-related, I am currently working on my first novel.
As you dive into this blog, I pray that this will be a space where you’ll feel less alone. A place where messy and mundane collide into something to be savoured — and where we can journey through the triumphs and the sorrows together. May this be a place of laughter and hope, reflection and community.
Most of all, may this be a place where our stories continually echo the faithfulness and great, saving grace of Christ.
Welcome, friend. I am so glad you’re here.
