My son has been in the hospital for three days now. I have cried more than I thought possible. I have prayed more than I thought possible. I have worried more than I thought possible. And I have found more encouragement and hope in the midst of this, than I ever thought possible. Right now,… Continue reading How To Help When A Friend’s Child Has Been Hospitalized
It was a matter of days, after my oldest son’s first diagnosis, that the emails and Facebook links began pouring in. Welcome to Holland, by Emily Pearl Kingsley, is like required reading for a mom with a newly diagnosed child. I read it. I liked it. I identified with it. I nodded my head a… Continue reading When Life Feels Unfamiliar
I glanced out the window of the third story waiting room and saw her. She was trying to help her son out of his wheelchair, and into the front seat of her car. He looked to be about 15 and was fighting her, melting down, clearly upset about something. From three stories up, I recognized… Continue reading To The Mom Crying In The Parking Lot
Dear Not The Former Things Reader, I am so grateful that you are here. I consider it an honor and a privilege that you take time out of your already crazy busy days, to read whatever feeble words I have managed to cobble together in the midst of my own crazy (can I get… Continue reading A Personal Note From Shawna
I am preparing to speak next week about ‘Faith and Fear in Motherhood’. As I have prayed about what to say and how to say it, one thing keeps occurring to me – Faith looks nothing like the pretty picture I have in my head. The longer I am a mom, the more I realize… Continue reading What Faith Looks Like When You Are A Mom
“Aren’t you worried that you are keeping him from really getting the help he needs?” “You don’t want your son to miss out on the professional help the school system provides.” “How can you possibly think that you are more qualified than someone who has been trained to help with autism and dyslexia?” All three… Continue reading Am I Qualified To Homeschool My Child With Special Needs?
“I am so low. I feel like I can’t breathe sometimes,” I whispered anxiously to the women’s bible study leader. I was desperate for help. I had two children under the age of five. I was in the middle of a brutal divorce – a divorce that was already causing me shame and ostracism at… Continue reading Depression, Grief and the Church