In this enchanting, illustrated tale, a girl named Myra embarks upon an inspiring journey of meeting unexpected, loving companions along the way. Like Myra, we are gently invited on our own exploration, and are encouraged to find forgiveness and healing in letting go of “what remains too big to talk about yet too small a splinter to explain how much it still hurts.”
“The story of Carrot has a winsome joy and innocence with a very serious, important message for children and grownups. I’m grateful that Carrot is ready to fly!”– Mary Fuller, Author The SheepKeeper Waits.
Now, let’s ask ourselves the question: how can we fund and provide support for the babies and families where fathers deny/leave without responsibility?
How can we fund and support young mothers and their child who experience delivering a special needs baby, or, generational poverty or are not resourced by family or personal means? How are we to encourage adoption of infants and older American children in need of homes? How can we fund and up our support for mental and educational help for those who are raped by strangers or worse family or friends? (I know this happens…it happened to me at knife-point when I was 27 and a complete stranger broke into my house in the middle of the night. It was the knife or rape. I chose rape.)
This question has followed me around all of my days, but today, “this” is the answer that I want to become better at accepting.
This place. This moment. This feeling. This body.
It seems that I don’t get to say what God’s will is for others even as I sometimes try to control or wrangle or direct. But today, one grace-filled nano-second at a time, I want to practice trusting that God’s will for me is in the holy now of This.
Yesterday was not a particularly good day. I wallowed and ate and watched tv and sulked and called out to God a few times but it was like yelling into the grand canyon… all I could hear was me – me – me. Well, that plus this incessant screaming in my head! Continue reading Rain On My Parade→