snowy walk
I promised myself I wouldn’t let exercise be one of the things I let go when we adopted our new son. I promised myself I would give myself permission to… Read more snowy walk →
choosing the moments
I used to think of my life as this big plate and everything was piled on top. I knew when life was too busy because things began falling off the… Read more choosing the moments →
love her more
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 →
choosing to follow
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 to change (a little)
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) →
A Birthday Every Day
We were standing in the office of Jordan’s new school. The secretaries — there are two and they are the kind of school secretaries all schools should have — asked, “So, what do you think of all of this.” Jordan didn’t answer right away. He smiled and I was ready to say something for him when the words started tumbling out of his mouth: “I feel like God is pouring His blessings down on me. Getting my forever family is like getting to have my birthday every single day for… Read more A Birthday Every Day →
he’s home.
The dishes are done.The lunches are packed.The dryer is ready to buzz any moment. And there are four children under our roof. Hannah.Stephanie.Jordan.Sam. It feels right.(And very sleepy out.)
tonight (soLs)
I won’t be sorry that I wrote tonight. Tonight I sit in the same place I sit each night, my laptop balanced on my legs, and my pirate quilt snugged around me. Tonight he sits beside me watching a game, just like most nights. Tomorrow I will sit in this same place, with the same blanket snugged around me, and the same guy beside me. Tonight the dishes are done, the lunches are packed, and the dryer is close to buzzing the end of the cycle. Tomorrow the dishes will… Read more tonight (soLs) →
waiting
I’m not a stranger to waiting. It was during our wait for Sam when I realized much of life is spent waiting. It is typical to be waiting for something. We wait for appointments and cashiers and packages. We wait for vacations and weekends and holidays. We wait for tests to be over. We wait for family — wanting them to arrive, saying good-bye as they leave, hoping they come back. Life is filled with waiting. Perhaps the living isn’t so much in the events, but in the wait. As… Read more waiting →
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