From ashes

We came back from Nepal with next to nothing, and in quick order were blessed right back into a world with enough towels to handle baths and coats for our kids and a set of knives with which to cut our food. Just like that, we were average Americans again– warm clothes, ample food, a roof over our heads. And because we had stared into the face of lack (only for the briefest moment) we were able to sit in a circle on the carpeted floor in our empty living room in our rented house, look into one another’s eyes and sing praises that were more genuine than we had ever offered before.

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Sisters, sisters

Growing up, I was always a little in awe when my mom’s sisters got together. The house I grew up in was almost silent for the first seven years of my life; I was an only child until the arrival of my brother. My mom, however, was the youngest of seven kids– five of whom were girls. They weren’t a really tight bunch. Group gatherings like the kind that stopped me in my tracks happened maybe once a year. But on the rare occasion when they all found themselves in the same room as adults, the back stories and laughter flowed freely. I have no idea what they were like as children, but as grown women, they were amazing to watch: the personalities, the dynamics, the alliances, the tensions. I marveled at how different they all were, and yet how similar.

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Dear Waiting Mom,

Dear Waiting Mom,

Congratulations! You’ve starved your fears, fed your courage, and followed a call to an incredible, awesome adventure. You’re adopting a child! Is there anything more awe-inspiring than stepping into the unknown and fully handing over the pen as God writes your family’s story in this breathtaking, surrendered way? Having a family pieced together through biology and adoption, I can tell you that both require their own unique kind of faith and trust … and both bring about the beautiful image of God’s plan for His people right there, around your own kitchen table.

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Applying oneself

The calendar rolled around to February, and it happened.

That thing I knew was coming all along, and yet, it still hit me hard in my chest and found that vulnerable Momma place that mixes fear with excitement and chokes it back up in inexplicable tears over the most random of conversation points.

Mary Hannah is applying to midwifery school.

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