Writing about Jesus With Gratitude + Grace

I never considered the possibility that a traumatic birth and subsequent stay in the NICU with my baby could lead to a diagnosis of PTSD.

We rolled into our own driveway at 1:47am on New Year’s Eve.

As of November 13, there are NO tubes on his face.

I’ve spent a lot of time in Facebook groups for moms of kids with Down syndrome this year.

I’m so pleased to introduce you to our second son, Redmond Samuel Wyse. He was born via emergency c-section because he was in distress.

My parents taught me a valuable lesson in the middle of what must have been very frightening to them.

Rick and I are so happy to let you know that Baby Wyse #3 is on the way!

Parenting. How in the world are we supposed to do it?

My three-year old daughter wanted to know why I was crying the other day.

Today she prayed out loud for the first time.

I used to scream at my family a lot. Frustration and anger overwhelmed me and I made sure everyone heard it.

I have a vivid memory of the day I decided to leave church.

I’ll never forget the job of untangling and wrapping up the garden hose.

When Charlie was about two weeks old my energy hadn’t returned and tears seemed to be my constant companion.

My husband and I have some very different views on parenthood and for that matter, life in general.

He has been GOOD to me.

Yes, I’m calling my child perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Self-pity is not my friend.

The love I have for my daughter has twisted me up and laid me bare.

I am so thankful to be able to say I am totally in love.