I’m not ready, he says.

Here I am safe, and whole.

But she asked for him.

And he went.

A story for my son, who is more than I could have ever asked or imagined.

A call to beauty to all God’s creation.

A word portrait of a broken dream and a wounded heart, embodied in the image of a battered, broken-down house.

Before she was born is a story I wrote as a birthday gift to let her know how happy I am that she was born!