(This post was originally published on the Baptist Convention of New England’s blog on March 8, 2022. You can find it here.) One in 3,200. That's the statistic: for every 3,200 live births in the US, one sweet baby will have a rare, incurable, progressive disease called cystic fibrosis. On July 1, 2020, my daughter arrived... Continue Reading →
Call me nerdy, but I just love a good schedule. Give me some stickers, colored pens, and a blank calendar, and I'm a kid at Christmas. There is so much calm in the regular rhythm of planning—a chance to exert order and beauty and life over the chaos of time that doesn't yet exist, an... Continue Reading →
Cartography doesn't exactly have the sexiest ring to it when it comes to vocations, but if you think about how crazy mapping out uncharted territory must be, the job smacks of adventure. A lake bends just here; and mountains sweep along to this side, extending to the forest. Because of cartographers and their pioneering work,... Continue Reading →
The little one struggled to form the name of his diagnosis. He watched his mama say them one more time, those two immensely difficult words for a four-year-old mouth to wrap itself around: cystic fibrosis. Suddenly, his eyes lit up with dawning recognition. "Oh! Sixty-five roses!" As pride swelled in his tiny chest for conquering... Continue Reading →
The Dwelling Place 