Taking a brief poetry intermission to let you know that I'm over at Carly Gelsinger's place talking about the intersection of parenting and doubt, a topic very near and dear to my heart.
The summer my husband and I decided we were ready to become parents, only one thing scared me, and it wasn’t the usual things. It wasn’t infertility or birth or loss of sleep. It was, and continues to be, the question of how I will speak to my children of God.
By that summer, I had already spent over three years trying to fix the problem of my dwindling faith, which seemed to seep out of me slowly like a tire leak. No matter how much I patched and pumped, the tire always wound up flat. Eventually, I threw my hands in the air, got out of the car, and started walking.