Thoughts from Audrey Jackson Wright on a broken but beautiful life
It's me and you today Bug. I know you won't remember. You won't remember eating breakfast on the kitchen floor, light streaming in. You had a stare down with me over your breakfast. You are certainly a stubborn little thing. It's rather chilly for a morning in May--even for these mountains we brought you home …
Continue reading "On all the ways he’s changed me [a letter to my son on Mother’s Day]"
I'm sitting here drinking my coffee while the baby plays. I added a little heavy whipping cream to it this morning, so I'm walking on the wild side. It's rainy and foggy outside, and I'm curled up in my fuzzy robe and a blanket. Is Friends on in the background? perhaps. Baby boy is 7.5 …
Greetings from our 800 square foot home in North Carolina where we have resided for the last eternity under mandated "shelter in place." We aren't going crazy or anything. All jokes aside, in the midst of an extremely crazy season for literally the entire world, and a truly stressful season for our family, God has …
Continue reading "[On new adventures] A Wright family update"
His small hand reaches up and grabs at my cheek. That tiny little hand who once moved within me moves and squirms in my arms. His body slowly calms within my tight embrace, and I listen to his rhythmic breathing--his own heart beating against my own. Turn your eyes upon Jesus. The song comes to …
Continue reading "On fear [and how our response determines who we trust]"
I wish she wouldn't take a photo of this. I don't want anyone to see this. I squirmed around in my blue linen dress, my cheeks flushed and shame filling my heart as our photographer friend took photographs of our little family. I sat on our living room couch, feeding my ten day old son …
I looked down at my left hand, nails freshly painted red. The new diamond ring on my hand glimmered as the light from the small window hit it. It was a Sunday, and traditional Christmas carols lifted from our lips to the rafters of the venue where our church met on Sundays. Noel, Noel, come …
Continue reading "On seasons of waiting [and the unchanging character of God]"
We are nine weeks postpartum over here and surviving day by day. I'd be lying if I said it hasn't been a harder transition than I anticipated--but in all things God is faithful and we are thankful for family, community, and grace as we have navigated the first two months of sleepless nights (and days), …
The warmth from your chest melted on to my own, chilled and shaking from three hours of pushing you out of me. In the end, it wasn’t enough. And men and women in blue scrubs filled the room, preparing to intervene. The doctor, white hair and wrinkles around his eyes, tied a mask around his …
I am less than 3 weeks away from our due date. This amount of time feels both super close and terribly far away. Both exciting and terrifying. Baby bird [who is a boy--for those of you who only follow the blog] is kicking and moving and our midwife keeps calling him a little peanut because …
Continue reading "On preparing to be a parent [and the things we just can’t prepare for]"
It started filling me the moment I saw those two pink lines there in the bathroom on Christmas Eve. The test, plastic and insignificant to most people walking through the grocery store aisle suddenly became the most significant object I've known as I laid it on the small edge of the counter by the sink. …
Continue reading "On motherhood and fear [and the only prayer that really matters]"
