Thursday, September 18, 2014


I was nursing Barrett in the rocking chair just as naptime was beginning. Will was over in his crib and from my chair I heard him making slurping noises. "Will, shhh," I said. After a couple minutes the sounds continued. Barrett was done so I laid him down and went over to re-tuck Will. He had his empty hand cupped to his mouth as he slurped. "My hot coffee," he whispered. Right

Then he pointed to a circular pattern on the quilt hanging on the side of the bed. "Mommy, help me get my cookie." I looked at him, a bit confused, then grabbed an imaginary cookie with my fingertips and handed it to him. "Thanks," he whispered, and then ate it.

Gave Will a terrible haircut today. Too short. Ah, well. It grows back.

On a much sadder note:

My heart is heavy for a friend in NC. She and her husband just lost their first baby at seven months along in the pregnancy. A perfect little boy, just suddenly gone. I've cried, thinking of two wonderful parents weeping for their son, and the hundreds of children being born today to parents who won't take care of them. Why, Lord? Why does she have to go through this?

I've read that Catholics believe in "redemptive suffering." I'm not Catholic so I don't know all the specifics, but when they experience suffering they believe they can offer it up for souls in purgatory. Like I said, I'm not Catholic, but I find this to be incredibly attractive, this idea that our suffering could have a tangible purpose beyond developing Christ's character in us. To think that the question of Why, Lord? could be answered even the slightest bit. But I cannot believe in this doctrine, and so my heart just aches with why? Why?

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