Uncompromised

  WHEN Para o Dia das Mães que pertence a cada uma de nós Em algum momento, ficamos com tanto medo de magoar alguém no Dia das Mães que nos esquecemos de realmente celebrá-lo. E amiga, eu acho que está na hora de mudar isso. Eu entendo. De verdade. As intenções são boas. Ninguém quer ser a responsável por fazer uma mulher em luto chorar na terceira fileira. Ninguém quer ignorar a mulher lá atrás que já espera anos por um teste positivo. A sensibilidade vem de um lugar real, e essa parte é linda. Mas em algum ponto entre ser cuidadosa e ser gentil, começamos a pedir desculpas em silêncio por algo que Deus jamais pediu desculpas. E amiga, não estou escrevendo isso de uma distância segura. Eu perdi um bebê. Vivi uma temporada em que fiz as pazes, quietinha, com a ideia de que talvez a maternidade não fizesse parte do meu futuro. E então Deus, do jeito inesperado e surpreendente que só Ele tem, me enviou um menino que eu não havia planejado, mas de alguma forma sempre tinha orado....

WHEN For the Mother's Day that belongs to every one of us Somewhere along the way, we got so afraid of hurting someone on Mother's Day that we forgot to actually celebrate it. And friend, I think it's time we fix that. I get it. I really do. The intentions are good. Nobody wants to be the one who makes a grieving woman cry in the third row. Nobody wants to ignore the woman in the back who has been waiting years for a positive pregnancy test. The sensitivity comes from a real place, and that part is beautiful. But somewhere between being careful and being kind, we started quietly apologizing for something God never apologized for. And friend, I'm not writing this from a safe distance. I lost a baby. I walked through a season where I quietly made peace with the idea that maybe motherhood wasn't in my future anymore. And then God, in His wildly unexpected way, sent me a boy I hadn't planned for but had somehow always prayed for. I lost my mom, my greatest exam...

The Quiet Ache in the Crowd It’s been a while since we caught up, my last post was back on March 17! A lot has happened since then, as I spent the last few weeks in Brazil visiting family, wandering through vibrant markets, and soaking in the incredible specialty coffee and cafe culture of São Paulo. I'm still a big city girl in the heart, and I confess it was refreshing! I have so many beautiful stories and pictures to share from the trip, but we'll save the travel journal and the local cafe finds for a separate post soon. Getting back to the quiet reality of our everyday lives, though: we have never had more ways to reach across the globe, yet we have never felt so far away from the person sitting across the table. I was sitting in my favorite booth at a local cafe the other day, nursing a warm matcha latte, watching the room fill up with people. It’s a familiar scene, everyone together, yet remarkably alone. So many times, a person is surrounded by a crowd and still feels co...