My Royal Babies

Don't get me wrong, I love Kate Middleton.

I've made it very clear that we were best friends in another life.

But I just can't get behind all the hype over her baby. He is a baby. Nothing different about him than all the other billions of babies in the world. I'm sure he eats and poops and sleeps just like every other baby.

Lots of other babies are born every day. And they don't get flashing headlines and magazine spreads. All because he is "third in line." To what?  To an old, outdated title.

Now if all this commotion was over my babies, it would be more understandable.

 

They are beautiful and amazing and will change the world someday.

They are much more special than some royal baby. Even if no one will ever call them "Your Highness."

Doesn't every mother feel that way?

Congratulations, Kate,
The Brown-Eyed Girl

When in Dark Places

My heart goes out to the families of the 19 firefighters lost in the Yarnell Hill fire.

You are in my prayers.

As the wife of a firefighter, tragedies like this hit a little too close to home.

I wonder what I would do if I lost my husband the way so many wives lost husbands last Sunday. How would I go on? Is it even possible to pick oneself back up after such a loss?

It is possible. There is One whose peace "passeth understanding." Jesus Christ is the only source of true peace. I know that if we turn to Him, He can heal our deepest wounds, soothe our most aching sorrow, and fill with light our loneliest darkness.

I have experienced that peace. In my own dark places, my own suffering, I have been lifted by the light of His love.

He is only waiting for us to turn to Him.

Love,
The Brown-Eyed Girl