“It caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting to hear that news at the ultrasound. It reminded me of the loss of my husband, with his loss came blessings."
"You are so unbelievably excited that your child is born…and in the next moment you believe you’ll have to say farewell to your wife forever. It was like being numbed."
"What I’m about to share with you, is a coveted family secret...Your child ever wake up screaming in pain of an ear infection? This is the handiest trick you will ever learn."
"What I’m about to share with you, is a coveted family secret...Your child ever wake up screaming in pain of an ear infection? This is the handiest trick you will ever learn."
Unfortunately, our "good" objectives might have absolutely nothing to do with the gospel of Jesus Christ. And we inadvertently end up raising pagans instead of Christians.
Over a decade ago, I made the life-changing decision to teach my child at home. Fast-forward to my daughter’s first year at the university. She came home one day and told me she had watched a film in biology class that showed a whale with legs. I laughed. She didn’t. Instead, she said these impossible words, “Mom, I don’t believe the Bible is true anymore. I’m not a Christian.”
So now, while he’s growing safely inside of me I will try and make the choice to be fearless. I will work to choose my faith first—even when it seems unnatural to do so.
She is tired. She is overwhelmed. She’s running this ship alone while you wait to be told what to do. She is hoping one day you don’t await her instructions, and you just do the thing that needs to be done.
"I cried today. I cried with you as you checked in, full of tears, that your family could not join you for this joyous time. Right now, all over the nation, labor and delivery units are on strict isolation."
