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ten little fingers. ten little toes. as a mama with new babies, that’s what i looked for. didn’t you? i can hear the cry from a room of nurses and midwives and grandparents, as they celebrated the arrival of a whole little person.


somehow, that symbolized perfection. whew – deep sigh – baby was all there, whole and perfect.


but what if she wasn’t? or he wasn’t? what if, like my precious friends, we’d tried for years and couldn’t have a baby of our own? what if we’d been given a baby who, by the world’s standards, wasn’t “perfect?”


i volunteered for years for a beautiful organization called now i lay me down to sleep. (i need to get back to it since we’ve moved.) we offer free photographic services to families who are losing a little one at or near birth; we offer a way for them to validate the life of their precious baby, for however long they have the chance to hold him or her, here on earth.





my daughter once asked me, “do you cry at the sessions, mama?” “yes, usually, i do,” i said. “do you cry for the mamas, or for the babies?” she asked.


and really with very little analysis, i realized i cry for the families. the babies, they will be ok. they’ll join their papa-Creator in His arms, and He will hold them, complete and without earth-brokenness. but the families, they get only a taste of that creation-breath, if at all. they get only a glimpse of the person they helped form, here in the shadowlands. and if they have no knowledge of the One who molded those limbs, those lips, who painted those perfect lashes, then they hold their little one without hope.


if, though, they know Him, if they walk hand-in-hand with the Artist who makes all things beautiful, then their moments of encounter with their smallest loved one are a mere glimmer of the light and the beauty that will be shared completely, in all its glory, at the end-and-beginning of Life, complete, when they reunite with Him and with each other.


so yes, here on earth, ten seems a perfect number. but our eyes see darkly, dimly, through a mottled mirror that doesn’t accurately reflect what is Perfect about us each. though we all are broken, we are formed in the womb of our mother with intent and care, with love and artistry. and someday, in our new home with the One who loves us most, the ultimate glory of our creation will be visible, and we will celebrate… we will dance.



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p.s. – feel inspired to write?  or to see what others are sharing?  i’m joining a cool group of thinkers and writers sharing on fridays – stop here to see the beginning of the journey.

care and keeping of a soul {five on friday}



keep your eyes open, little one.  keep your heart tender.  keep your mind set on Me.  keep walking when the walking disintegrates into crawling, and keep crawling, still.  once you have grown through your struggle, i will lift you up.


keep believing I AM who i say that I AM.  and that you are who I SAY that you are.  keep listening for the whisper, the still small VOICE that calls you by name and calls you beautiful and calls you Mine.


keep your loved ones close, and keep your enemies closer.  better yet, keep your self focused on love toward those who would be your enemies.  except the Enemy of your heart.  him, you fight with all your might, because you are a WARRIOR girl and I have called you to claim the life that is yours by birthright.


keep your opinions to yourself more than you’d like, and keep your mind active, ever-growing wiser, which only comes from studying the One who is Wisdom.


keep a lid on your desires (and better yet, let me give you the desires best for you), and keep your heart tender when it could so easily falter and become a rock.




keep your words kind, your hands busy, and your soul still.  and above all,


keep yourself for me, and give My love to the world.


this is the care and keeping of a soul.


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this post was written as part of a circle of writers who gather weekly to write on a shared theme word.  join us at five on friday to see what they’re saying, or to take the dare yourself.  much love.   ~angela

dear heart {five on friday}

dear heart,

you are tender and strong.  you are fiery and fickle.  you know Truth, and you recall lies.


dear heart, you are a treasure, for you hold the Love that lasts for eternity, and you are an enemy, for when you run astray, you take Truth on a wild ride that forces it to fight for dear life.  and you take with it the gentleness that is most precious, that of peace and trust and Knowing.



but you are called, dear heart, to obedience to the One who made you, and i call you, obey.  listen to Him and long for Him and in so doing, rain down mercy on those who cross your path.  you are called, dear heart, to give Grace.  so give: give freely, remembering Truth, Who defines what Love is.


this post is written for five on friday, a weekly link-up of writers who dare themselves to lay themselves bare for five minutes, to write freely for others to read.  please click over to see what others are writing.


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