“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) →
I forgot to post this! (I’m sure it’s hard to believe that I forgot to post it. Last week I only:returned from Kansas City, attended a meeting about our new… Read more 3 of 52 saturdays →
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 →
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.)
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) →
I wanted to document ordinary Saturdays…yesterday was a significant, life-changing, really-big-deal event. We met our new son.
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