Category: Faith
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Treasure Where the Home Fire Burns
Eleven years ago today my family watched a fire destroy our home. I wrote this piece a few years later and today I share it in honor of the lessons God began to teach me as I watched the flames wreck a house so full of memories. Mom and I are sitting in the den…
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Naked and Ashamed
As I anticipate birthing my second son in just a few short months, I recall a vivid experience I had just a couple of weeks before going into labor with my first. It was otherworldly and practically unbelievable. Terrifying and hopeful. But that’s the God I believe in: wild and full of grace. My breath comes…
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Friendship For All Seasons
I walked through the chilly evening dark and got into the car without a diaper bag. I turned on music that I like – which at this point is anything that’s not songs from Sesame Street – and I headed out to visit a friend and watch The Bachelor. As the pregnant mom of a…
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I Want to Forgive
The sonographer sat my chair upright and told me we were finished. The doctor would be right in to discuss the pictures she had just taken during the twenty-week anatomy scan of our second child, another baby boy. As she turned to leave, she paused. “Wait.” She studied the scans she held in her hands and…
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How Do I Want to Show Up in the World?
Last week I came back from a week at a summer camp for women. Talk about a situation ready to send you right back into your junior high insecurities: a bunch of women sleeping in the woods, swarmed by mosquitoes, constantly sweating in the moist North Carolina air. We shared our cabins with mice. We…
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Survivor Mama: New Life after Sexual Assault
Today I am seven years a survivor. So grateful to the Good Mother Project for publishing this piece yesterday. It’s time to use my voice again. It’s time to speak the truth. When I got pregnant, I didn’t realize I was a rape survivor. Mere hours after my son was conceived, I sat in our counselor’s…
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My 2 a.m. Friend, or The Day I Thought I’d Lost My Son
One minute we were lounging on the picnic blanket in our backyard. Jacob was happily chewing on a toy and I was happily snapping pics of him as he rolled back and forth, wiggling his toes in the air. The next minute, I noticed he had a piece of grass sticking out of his mouth,…
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I’m Not Enough
It was 3am. I was more than sleep deprived; I was going a little bit crazy. Jacob, my new baby boy, was less than a week old, and he was hungry. His screams pierced the darkness and pierced this new mama’s heart. The pediatrician’s office had called that afternoon to say we needed to supplement his…
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Truth Be Told…
The truth is, I am fearful. The truth is, I am brave. The truth is, I hide. The truth is, I make excuses. The truth is, I have big dreams. The truth is, I am afraid to fail. The truth is, I stumble every day. The truth is, I am rusty at relationships. The truth…
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And a Little Child Shall Lead Them
I walked beneath a cherry blossom tree, my 6-month-old son strapped to my chest. Facing outward, he reached out his tiny, curious fingers as I held a branch down to eye level. As his tiny hands gently closed around the soft, pink petals, I leaned down to steal a glance at his pensive face. His…
Erin Curlett 