We gathered together in one house made of stones. We shared dessert, drank coffee, gathered further, and squeezed into one room to share our “One Anothers”. Words were read, words of life. Words like, His imprint and the brightness of His glory. We spoke of spurs. Lindi commented on their significance; she knew that using spurs on a horse calls for more and more, just as we call to each other for more and more. Emily spoke of her long standing in... Read more
There are certain traditions in my life that I consider normal: morning coffee with cream and sugar; smiles and laughter with Eliot; nighttime routines of Travis and I trading off rocking and diaper changing; music blaring through the household at most times of the day; long conversations over meals or during movies; cooking together as we unfold the events of the day; welcoming in the sunshine through the giant window in the living room; cleaning the house and enjoying it;... Read more
This post is about the man. The man that chose me, took me for his bride, carried me three and a half years. The man who rubbed my back when I got sick daily, who kissed my forehead as I laid in bed all day long. We walked together around the neighborhood, stopped when I had a contraction. I’d put my hands on his shoulders and breathe through it, apparently almost strangling him as my hands moved toward his throat…oops.... Read more
I wasn’t planning on having anyone in the room but Melissa and Travis. When my mom came in to see me, I didn’t want her to leave; she was my strong tower. Even her presence reminded me that she knew what was about to happen. She was there, our spirits exchanging words and life that our physical bodies didn’t understand. My blood pressure was high and contractions unusually strong. In between crunching ice chips and Bradley Method breathing, I would... Read more
I’d like to dedicate the next three posts to the three people who stood beside me as I labored with Eliot in November. Last night as I rocked him back to sleep around 5:00, I thought back to that day, to the back pain that I can hardly remember now; the presence of my mother, husband and sister-in-law; the Hugo’s burger and Coke I devoured between contractions. Melissa could have been in Haiti. She could have been in Kansas delivering... Read more
Travis, I know you love me when… You smile as I pull my coffee out of the microwave for the tenth time, even though you think it’s disgusting and a total insult to the spirit of Java. I know you love me when we fight, I close up, and not even an hour later you have me wrapped up tight in your arms, even laughing. I never thought I’d sort of enjoy fighting with someone. I know you love me... Read more
Let us explore the child inside us today, with heightened senses, astonished at the little things in life. There are moments when I stop what I am doing and take a short peek into the future… I pull out my planner and see what’s happening this week and next; I close my eyes and imagine what to tomorrow will bring. Sometimes in these moments, something happens. My heart stirs–jumps–no, BURSTS with a giddy excitement at life soon to be lived.... Read more
Marriage Letters are about showing off your love and bringing to light all that marriage is…work, hard work worth sharing. Every Monday we write letters to our loves, sharing just how much this journey means to us. My Job, Your Job Travis, A few weeks ago, I started crying in the middle of the night. Tired of trying to take care of Eliot, tired of waking up and staying up, frustrated that you were asleep and couldn’t just feed him... Read more
Spending time with two sweet sister-friends this morning reminded me of the beauty of waiting. Martha and Sarah have been waiting, searching, asking for the next step to be laid out before them, and they are finally embarking. Their path is leading them away to a whole new community, a whole new life experience, and I am blessed to see it happen. While sitting on our couches sipping coffee, Sarah said, “Isn’t that all of life really? Waiting…” Indeed, we... Read more
“But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. My mouth will tell of your righteousness, of your salvation all day long, though I know not its measure.” Psalm 71:14-15 Here I am again. Learning lesson after lesson. Wasn’t I just here last week? Last post? Wasn’t I just sitting and fearing, sitting and wondering, asking, doubting? Yet I am the small child who is gently disciplined by her father. I am the... Read more
Stories - with Kaitlin B. Curtice
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