A Banquet of Gratitude

A Banquet of Gratitude

It was the simplest of feasts. My family gathered around my mom’s table in Connecticut to celebrate Thanksgiving. Sitting at the head, Mom reached for her camera in the flickering candlelight and snapped our picture. Satisfied, she was. So pleased to be sharing this banquet of gratitude together, despite her being too weak to cook and having no appetite. At 65, Mom had lost her strength and desire for food to cancer.

Prayers for a Good Dog

“Whatever you do, don’t get a golden retriever,” my mom said. “They shed too much.” For once, my preternaturally insightful mom was wrong. Not about the shedding. Sushi, the happy-go-lucky, 2-year-old golden retriever we adopted from a breeder shed like a kennel full of dogs. On Nair. What she was wrong about was the not getting her.

Guest Post: Mothering Like a Warrior

Calling all warriors! Here is the final guest post in my series on motherhood, loss, and redemption, “Mothering Like a Warrior,” by marriage author and friend Dorothy Littell Greco. To read my own story or motherhood, loss, and redemption, click here. 
“Mothering Like a Warrior,” by Dorothy Littell Greco
I’ve never fired a gun or drawn a sword but I assure you, I mother like a warrior.
Our eldest son got married at the tender age of 20. The wedding itself was a glorious celebration of God’s faithfulness and provision. My son’s bride is every bit his match. She is smart, passionate, devoted to God and fiercely loves our son.

Guest Post: The Weight of Sorrow

I well-know the pain of losing a child. For each of us, loss is different, and yet God’s love is great enough to encompass them all. In this week’s Faith Notes Guest Post, The Weight of Sorrow, author Kim Findlay shares her own story of motherhood, loss and redemption:

I sat on my couch utterly exhausted. I’d been coughing for six days – deep, lung-wracking coughs that snatched at my breath.

As I labored to breathe, a thought swept over me. I was done. I was tired of breathing and wanted it to stop so I could rest. But that was impossible, wasn’t it? It’s not like I had access to something or someone that could breathe for me. Exhausted as I felt, I had to keep going. As tears welled up, I prayed for the strength to continue on and for the pressure to lighten. I prayed for rest.

Guest Post: The Small Things of Life

As we continue to explore motherhood, loss and redemption, this week’s Faith Notes guest post comes from Janna Lynas.:

From the beginning, my heart opened. Then just as quickly, it closed. Once my husband, our 6-year-old adopted son and I left his land of familiar smells and people, textures and sounds, our son closed off his heart. Mine soon followed. It happened so fast, I was caught off guard. I didn’t even realize that I was grieving until months later. I was just trying to survive, and so was he.