Beth Morey's Blog, page 25

Wrestling Rusted Doubt {A Poem}

I recently completed Elora Nicole's online writing course, Story 101 (if you sign up, tell her I sent you!).  It has been an amazing experience, and I have not come away unchanged.  This is a pantoum that I wrote during our last video chat, and I wanted to share it with you because it is a picture of my tender + fluttering soul feels now, at this very moment.  It has been far too long since my heart spilled poetry.

wrestling rusted doubt
knowing is my idol
speak, your servant ach...

Freedom is Waiting {The Words That I am Scared to Share}

A week or so ago, fellow writer and inspirational friend Elora published a piece of my writing on her blog.  And . . . I didn't share it with you.  These words that I'd written, they terrified me.  They terrify me.  That's why I gave them to someone else to publish.  
But I don't want to hide these words away, because as hard as it is to share this seldom written about part of my story, there is an important message there.  There is ministry there, and healing. ...

Family Planning After Babyloss

Before I became a mother, I used to image that my husband and I would have three kids, all quite close in age.  I didn’t think to worry overly much about it, though.  How hard could it be to create the family we wanted?
Then our first child, our sweet daughter, died and was born.
And suddenly, the idea of family planning felt incredibly ludicrous.
Because how can you plan for the future when you’re still picking up the pieces of what was supposed to be, and the edges of all that shatte...

Self-Care, Failure, & Keeping My Eyes Open

in progress
I can't believe that it's already been a week since, well, last week.  I've gone into something like hibernation when possible, just chilling out in our living room arm chair when my son naps, trying to recover some energy.

I have to be honest -- between my husband's loss of faith (and it's not like he's an angry atheist either) and my friend's stillbirth and all of the emotions and stirred up grief that have come up, not to mention it just being a very busy week . . . I haven'...

Let's Just Be Honest Here

It's hard to believe all that has happened in the past seven days.  Let me just say -- this week has been full on.  One of those weeks that is a hinge between "before" and "after," and nothing, nothing feels the same.

I never imagined that over half of Made's early bird spots would be sold out by now.  I never imagined that the registered students would already be forming a community of love in our Facebook group.  And (since we're being honest here) I never believed that a...

When We are Standing on Sacred Ground

Today I stood on holy, sacred ground.

It was beautiful, and terrible.

I should have taken off my shoes.

I'm not sure what to say about it, about meeting my friend's dead child and watching her hold him and pat him and kiss his tiny, sweet forehead.  About listening to her make the decisions for her son that no parent ever wants to make.  About crying with her as she handed his fragile body over to the nurse.

Except that it was beautiful.

And terrible.

Sacred ground.

And of course it bring...

When You Don't Know What To Say

I don't know what to say about this.

In the last three days, two sweet friends have lost their babies.

The first, an adoptive mama, was anxiously, excitedly waiting for the call from her son's birth mother that she and her husband could go and meet their child.  Instead, when the call came, it was with news that the baby would be staying with his birth mother.

The second mother is in the hospital as I write this, laboring to bring her dead child's body into this world. 

I don't know wh...

Made eCourse: Exploring God-Centered Creativity

Hey.

I am so excited.  So, so excited.

And kind of queasy, too.

Because you know that SUPER DUPER SECRET SPECIAL PROJECT that I've left little breadcrumbs of info about these last few weeks.

It's here.

It's here.

It's this:


Registration is open right now.
That's the part that makes me want to simultaneously cheer and puke -- that this is happening.  That it's real.
Whoa.
As you might know if you've been reading my blog for a while, I came into my creativity a bit late in life (but there's no...

A Bit of Paint, a Bit of Rest

playing fast + free in the art journal
a painting in progress
A Love Letter From the King to His Daughters -- prints for sale
It's been a bit of a hodge-podge week in the art studio (a.k.a. a table tucked into the corner of our basement).  I've done a bit of work here and there, and also a good amount of resting.  Sometimes that resting looked like snuggling in an armchair under a warm blanket (it's been a bit chilly!), watching art videos and reading for a handful of minutes.  At...

30 Things I'd Like You to Know

 
I am not particularly wise or intelligent or good.  But I have lived, thirty years of wounds and beauty.  Here are some things that I have learned along the way, things that I think every person should hear at least once in this quick flicker of life.  Take what you need and leave the rest.
You are not too much.It’s okay to hurt, and to be honest about that hurt.Tell your story.  Please, tell it.  It is valuable and profound.  There is something sacred about...