Guest Blog Posts

A distinct crackle on the monitor warns me of the scream about to burst through the night. From down the hallway, I hear my son’s whimpering begin. I groggily pull myself to the edge of the mattress and glance at the time on my phone as my face cracks with a yawn and one squinted eyeball.

A mixer, spatula, cookie sheets, an oven, and oven mitts are the tools of my unusual trade. I make a scrumptious Snickerdoodle cookie. I never imagined making cookies and a mess in my kitchen would springboard me into ministry! 

When I first found out I was expecting a baby, joy overwhelmed my happy heart. After years of waiting, it was finally my turn to experience the “love like no other” my friends and Hallmark had told me about for so long. High on naiveté, I envisioned myself floating on “Cloud 9” for the rest of my life, buoyed by butterfly kisses and the intoxicating scent of baby skin. And when my firstborn arrived, I did indeed experience an unspeakable love. I marveled at how it took mere seconds to fall madly in love with him.

Sadness lurked over her like a dark, stormy cloud. When days passed without seeing my friend, I became concerned. We pleaded and prayed for new life to grow inside her womb. Yet, before we could dream about what the gender would be or the baby’s hair color, he/she was gone.