Growing up, I always imagined protecting my children from the world. I never even consider the possibility that my children could be hurt and scarred and battered. Parents are supposed to shield their children. Some days I feel like I’m a day late and a dollar short. There are those moments when I wish I had a magic wand and I could wave it and *poof* all would be easy. But then I look a little closer. There’s a lot of healing going on around here. To someone who isn’t… Read more what healing looks like →
A few months ago my friends told me about Sevenly. It went something like this: “Ruth Ayres! You don’t know about Sevenly?” Their tagline is People Matter. I love this.… Read more sevenly →
Adoption. Faith. Family. These are the topics I feel led to write about this month. It’s pushing me very far beyond my comfort zone. Since I’m sharing pieces of my… Read more us — an introduction →
There are a few things we are born knowing how to do: breathing, blinking, crying, eating. Caring is not one of these things. Humans are not born knowing how to care. We learn to care. It is often a natural part of development, so natural it is easy for us to forget we learn to care. Sometimes kids live hard lives, bouncing from home to home. They survive, but at the same time there are many feelings they don’t know because of all the wrong feelings they do know. For… Read more learning to care →
After everyone left from Sam’s birthday party, they are all playing together. Legos are scattered over the floor while each of them — all four — are crunched over their… Read more peace through my bones →
“Do you know every time you breathe Mom and Dad love you more?” I stop half way down the stairs and listen to the conversation unfold at the breakfast table between Stephanie and Jordan. “Huh?” “It’s true,” she insists. “Every time you breathe they love you more.” I hear her suck in a deep breath. “See? They love me more. You try it.” “Try what?” I can’t even see his face and I know disbelief is written all over it. She sucks air in through her nose. It’s so loud… Read more every time you breathe →
This is what I hear most of the time when praying for one of my daughters. Love her more. Sometimes she is hard to love. I read the love chapter, 1 Corinthians 13: 4 – 7 — Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand it’s own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wrong. It does not rejoice about injustice, but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses… Read more love her more →
Tonight is the fifth night we’ve tucked in our new son. Five nights, and this is what strikes me: Sometimes responding to the Lord isn’t hard. When I first heard the whispers of the Lord saying there was another Ayres’ child, my response was blunt.No. You must be talking to the wrong person. No. Absolutely not. No. No. No.You can fight me on this, Ruth, but you must know he is just getting older.You’ve gotta be kidding. This was the sound of my spirit yielding.My concern has been it will be… Read more choosing to follow →
It’s time. I created Ruth Ayres Writes as a place to discover, play, and build my writing life. It’s been a fun little space in my life, and I am… Read more it’s time to change (a little) →
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