This week is National Infertility Awareness Week and Resolve is campaigning hard this year with their "Mythbusters" blog challenge.

I thought about writing one.
I toyed with two or three of them that are close to my heart.
I even started one.

Then I started reading my friend's posts and was in awe of how they took a myth out in a dark alley and opened up a can on 'em. So I thought I would link up my friends and let you read for yourself. If you love me, or know anyone in your life that has struggled with infertility/loss, you will read through them. You will educate yourself so that you will not make someone feel even worse than they already do without even knowing it.

Thelma @ Life as Two
- writes about giving up hope

Rachel @ Portrait Rachel 
- writes about the dismissal of knowledge of infertility

Grace @ Small Copper Coins
- writes about the "cure" of having a biological child

Amy @ Blessed by Adoption and Birth
- writes about adoption being a means to a pregnancy

Kim @ Finding Sunshine
- writes about God not wanting us to be parents

stumble upon

"Holy addiction Batman!"

I am warning you, if you click the link below it is completely and totally not my fault if you spend 4 or 5 straight hours there. I think this website might seriously be able to read my mind!

It takes you all of about 5 minutes to fill out a little worksheet claiming what your interests are.

I checked off about 15 things on the list including items like music, Christianity, food, and dogs. In a matter of minutes Stumble Upon had found me the most delicious dessert recipe I have ever seen, a recipe for homemade chapstick (hello!!!) and this cheeky adorable video.

Stumble Upon, you had me at hello. (and chocolate...)

And don't blame me when your husband walks in the door and asks "what's for dinner?" while you are sitting in your pj's.

ode to the cadbury creme egg

Hands down the best Easter candy of.all.time.

My addiction to these delicious little only-out-once-a-year treats started way back in my childhood (thanks Mom) and rivals that of my cherry chapstick addiction and my over-abundance of dashes when writing.

Things I have learned about the egg:
I love them.
I buy them as soon as they are in stores (usually a month before Easter) and I eat one a day until Easter.
One is enough, they are very sweet! Ok, sometimes two.
People have strong opinions one way or another on the egg. They either love them or hate them. Not much in-between!
They were first manufactured in 1923!
The proper way to eat one is to break it in half, lick the goo out, then eat the chocolate. It's all about etiquette people. 
They are delicious.

So what's your favorite Easter candy? And no dissin' the egg.


Blessed be Your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name
You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, blessed be Your name 

i'm part of something awesome

I have a new button over there on the left. See it? The one that says Held?


Ok, sorry for the yelling, I may or may not be ridiculously excited about this. Go explore, have fun, follow us, like us on Facebook, and just get excited with me about this supercoolcan'twaittoseewhatelseisinstore blog!

this is the stuff

45 in a 35
Sirens and fines 

while I'm running behind...

This may or may not describe a typical day in my life. Just sayin' ;)

i heart c.s. lewis

A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.

God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.

It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Some people feel guilty about their anxieties and regard them as a defect of faith but they are afflictions, not sins. Like all afflictions, they are, if we can so take them, our share in the passion of Christ.

The real problem is not why some pious, humble, believing people suffer, but why some do not.

There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, "Thy will be done," and those to whom God says, "All right, then, have it your way."

- C. S. Lewis


i found her some shoes

It was a long, hard, hot day of searching for shoes for each child I came in contact with. It was shoe and dental day in a small mountain village on Day 2 of Honduras.

The small tiny church we were in was not air-conditioned and it was filled to the brim with kids and adults whose shoes were too small and/or full of holes. We did our best to keep up with them, but it seemed for every child we found a pair of shoes to fit there were ten more begging for a pair.

I saw her from the very back of the room. She slowly made her way up the line, smile on her face the.whole.time. She was gorgeous. She was also alone. No parents, no older siblings, just her sweet smiling face. And when she made it up front, she was mine to fit. Of course, she is the one size of shoe that we were running completely out of. And it's the end of the day. I took her battered flip flop and compared it to countless other brand new shoes, all of which were one size too small or six sizes too big. Finally, a pair of pink tennis shoes (they call them "tennies") surfaced. I slipped one on her foot.

Perfect fit.

She grinned that large grin that I had come to love already and said in beautiful baby doll Spanish "Gracias amiga!"

"De nada!" I replied, grinning right back.

Then we were hooked. She didn't leave my side. She had already gotten her shoes and her candy and her jewelry and all the other little things we were handing out that day. It didn't matter, she just wanted to hold my hand. She just wanted to be talked to and tickled and I was more than happy to oblige. She probably told me her name 27 times, but I never understood what she said. It didn't matter. She was already unforgettable.

That smile.
The pure joy of some candy and a pair of shoes.
That precious little girl living in the mountains of Honduras.

She will not be forgotten.