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), …
When we are afraid [and the great joy that is for all]
She looked like a statue, bent over, the ends of her thick brown hair brushing the cement floor. The room was bare, furnished only with a table and a shelf of fine, light-colored yarn, purchased at the market a few weeks before. On the floor were remnants of lunch—homemade chapatti and chickpeas. And outside of …
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When everything isn’t merry and bright [and why Advent is meant for you & me]
She sits on a chair in a waiting room, the doctor talking to her about options. Treatments that might work. Things that could be causing the sickness that weighs on her son’s weak body. I watch her, and I want to be all that she is. Persistent. Devoted. A fighter. But I don’t know that …
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