I'm still learning to love like Jesus. I still remember that focus word I started out with at the beginning of this year. I started out the year not really loving like Jesus. I loved but I loved with condition. Quite honestly I still love with condition at some points in my life and in some situations. However, I am moving forward with it. I am asking God daily to help me. I am learning how much God loves me and learning to reflect His love and share it with others when I can. I think my children and my husband have seen the most change as I am more focused on them and making memories with them. In the past, I have really focused on a rigid schedule. God has convicted me. I was a Martha and need to be a Mary. I'm still learning and I hope that eventually everyone that comes in contact with me will know without a doubt that I love Jesus and I love them with no conditions. It's very important for my family to know this and then everyone else. I love how it feels to know Jesus loves me unconditionally and I want my children to feel that from me as well. I know I can't love my children as much as God loves them but I sure can try to beat the mark. That's my goal this year.
I think that truly loving someone unconditionally is accepting them for who they are. We appreciate the good points and accept the weak points. We encourage away the weak points in a loving way. It never turns out well to be harsh or to dislike someone because they aren't the same as us. I have a bad habit of seeing the differences in someone from me and instead of appreciating those differences I label them with those differences. That's wrong.....so wrong and I am a work in progress.
Praying that by 2016, I can truly love like Jesus.
Monday, March 16, 2015
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Happy 2015!!
I have been led to have a focus word this year. I can see how far I have been. Looking back just a few years ago I was a different person. I was still a wife and mother and a good one but today I am so much better. For the last few years I have found an online community of women who have been studying the Word and I've been accountable to several different groups. This has helped me to grow so much as a person, as a wife, and as a mother. I'm so thankful for Jesus and his grace, mercy, peace, and forgiveness. I think though, that I am most thankful for his LOVE. If not for love I don't think there would be mercy, peace, or forgiveness for without the cross there would be no mercy, peace, or forgiveness. Without love there would be no cross.
So my focus word for 2015 is LOVE because Love never fails. There are different kinds of love and I want to learn about all the types of love there is. I want to also be able to love like Jesus. Love doesn't keep record of wrong. Love should be unconditional for this is what we need. This unconditional love....Jesus love. True sacrifice. For us to love we must first receive love from the One who is king of giving love. We must recive love from the One who invented love, sacrificed everything, and came to earth as a helpless baby in the most lowly of situations. Love never fails. True love is truly a miracle. God is love
I'm so excited to Love more in 2015.
Monday, October 13, 2014
Hard places or Happy times
It's really hard to lose focus and get caught up in the hard moments we have. I have had a rough day. Wait I've had a rough week last week. My husband is working 5 days a week 14 plus hours a day when we are used to him working four ten hour days. He's usually home Thursday around 5 until Monday morning without interruption from work. He was tired when he got home last week and just kinda hung out. I've had a hard time adjusting to having a baby after 6 years. I had got used to Caleb being quite independent. I've found myself wishing Hannah wasnt so needy and wishing she was a little bit older. I've found mysf in discontentment quite a bit lately. I am starting to write in my journal again. Discontentment is a sign of ungratefulness. I've never been discontented. I've never been one tbat needs to have all the latest fashion in clothes, hairdos, manicures, and pedicures and let's dont forget all the jewelry and name brand makeup there is to use. That stuff just isn't important to me. I've never had a problem with self image. Never felt self conscious about my figure. Never felt like I wasnt good enough. These thoughts are now becoming very frequent in my head. I'm constantly trying to measure up. I know the enemy is trying to make me feel bad about myself and question myself. He's a sly old snake. Evil! I have even felt unvaluable as "just a mother" lately. I'm in a hard place right now. It's very hard for me to admit this. It's very hard to ask for help. It's very hard for me to admit I need help. I need to let the pride there go. I'm being very transparent. I will be honest. Losing my child at the Perry Fair is when these thoughts really started to flood my mind. I felt like a failure. First the enemy tried to stop me from going to the fair becUse of fear of losing my "wild child". Then it really happened. I had prayed that morning for my children to be safe and I didnt think anything else about it. Then it happened. The enemy will not win though. The Lord gives us just what we need right on time. In the last week after this happened I've had several friends call and check on me. I also had some text me just to check in. I've also helped some friends out lately by encouraging them. I am a firm believer in sowing and reaping. If I am needing encouragement in my life I sow encouragment and I always get it back. If I sow time, I always get that time back. This is with everything. This still dont take away the fact that satan is trying to steal my joy, peace, and contentment. I need prayers. These are three things that I have been ae to hold onto and I am losing grip on them.
Just need prayer. Thanks in advance for any prayers you offer on my behalf. Its taken me 3 days to be able to publish this but I feel that my transparency is required.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Perry Fair Trip
Hannah is 6 weeks old now. I had my reservations about going but I didnt want the older kids to miss out because of my fears of losing one of them in the massive crowds. When we got into the fair we walked through the poultry building. The kids got to see a little chick hatch. Caleb was super excited he got to see that happen. We walked all the way to the south gate to see what all there was going on and made a note of it. By that time we were all hungry for lunch. We walked out to the car and ate lunch in the shade under the picnic table.
We got done eating and went back im. We walked through the cattle building and saw some mini horses competing. Then we met up with a few from our group and stayed with them for the rest of the day. We were able to walk through the building with the mini horses and the kids got to let them. Sarah especially loved this because she has a love of horses. I have pictures!
Noah went with the group and Sarah, Caleb, Hannah, and I walked tothe monkey show. We caught up with the group at the wake board show. After the wake board show we were headed to the clock and as I do every few minutes checked to make sure all my kids are with us. I didnt see Caleb. I asked Sarah and then Noah where he was and they did not know. I told the ladies in the group. We frantically looked for him calling out his name. I pulled up a picture I had just took of him on my phone and i was showing people. In about 5 minutes but what seemed like forever one of the ladies in the group helping me look for him yelled out she has found him. A lady who saw him crying had found him and was about to take him to the police. When I got to him I broke down and started crying. My fear of losing him in the Perry Fair crowds became a reality.
After I regained my composure we walked towards the clock to take a bathroom break before the circus. We had planned to leave after that but Sarah reminded me that we didnt go to the petting zoo. We went through that and that was neat. I also let them go in a cage with a bunch of birds and a food stick. They loved that. Heres some pictures from that.
This bird thing was so fun. I dont remember what it was called but the kids really enjoyed it. Beside that was a sea lion show that was going to start about 45 minutes after we finished at the bird feeding cage. Sarah really wanted to do that so we hung out and they loved that. We headed out when that was done. We stopped by Chik-Fil-A on out way out.
All in all it was a wonderful day!! Loved the time with my kids. I also enjoyed hanging out with our homeschool group friends. I am tired this morning. I'm achy all over but what could have ended up being one of the worst days of life(losing Caleb and not finding him) turned out to be a great day. I have no doubt the good Lord placed the caring lady who had him in that very place at that very time to protect Caleb and get him safely back to us. Thank you Jesus!
Monday, October 6, 2014
Fall is in the air...
If I had my way Fall would always be in the air. I do love the other seasons too. To me Fall means lovely scents in the air, soups, chilli, and Pumpkin deserts. It means there is a masterpiece of color outside from fall flowers like mums and Marigolds to the changing leaves and beautiful sunsets. It also means that Thanksgiving ans Christmas is just around the corner and that means sweet famy memories to be made.
Fall to me in the Christian sense means harvest of souls. I'm reflectinf on how many people I have led to the Lord. I've not led many but I feel like I may have been an example to someone. I'm not one to push my beliefs on others but if the time is right I always feel the Holy Spirit nudge me a bit. I've never had anyone just outright talk bad to me when trying to give an encouraging word or be a witness.
Fall has also meant that we are in full swing with school. The weather is gorgeous so the kids are motivated to get their schoolwork done and get outside to play. I am trying to really enjoy everything while keeping everything balanced. We enjoyed the afternoon at the state park yesterday. It was awesome and a real refreshment for me. It started my week off just right.
I hope everyone is doing well. I hope to start blogging more. Right now we are still adjusting to the new baby. We are currently going through the 6 week growth spurt and my 6 year old is cutting his 6 yr molars. Fun stuff! I am thankful for my children. My cup is full! All Glory to Him!
Friday, September 5, 2014
Hannah(Part 2)
Here it is. This is the 2nd part of the story of Hannah.
On Wednesday August 20 at around 3PM I called the doctor. I had not felt Hannah move well but once at 9:30AM on Wednesday. The last time I had felt her move actively and in rhythm with the norm was on Tuesday early afternoon. I drank and bottle of cold water, laid down, and rested. I figured that since that's what is suggested when baby is not felt that this would do the trick. I talked to her. I prayed. I talked to her some more. I started doing this around 1PM. Finally my imagination started running away with me and I decided to call the doctor. They wanted me to come in as soon as I could. I went on to the doctor's office as soon as they said they needed to see me immediately. I had time to call my mom and my neighbor to let them know what was going on. I didn't even have time to call my husband until after I got out. I went in and they monitored me. When I heard her heartbeat I was so relieved. I didn't let my kids go back with me because I wasn't so sure that we would hear a heartbeat and I didn't want them in the room if that happened. It was so scary. My mama had got on her knees and started praying when I called her. This was a very scary 2 hours for me. They monitored me for an hour. Finally at the end of that hour I figured out what made her move and have good reactive heart rate. Dr. Goldberg bangs together spoons on your belly when trying to stimulate baby and make them react. So when he went out of the room the last time I would poke at my belly when Hannah would go to sleep. Finally after 1 1/2 hours she passed the NST. I was still a little concerned but Dr. Goldberg assured me everything was fine. Since I had an appointment on that Friday he went ahead and seen me for my appointment that day, cancelled Friday, and made me an appointment for the next Wednesday. Hannah still wasn't very active but she was enough that it kept my worries down. I was 2cm dilated and 50% thinned at the time of that appointment.
On Saturday August 23 Caleb had a karate tournament. I had joked that if we could just get done with that without me going into labor we would be doing good. I didn't want to miss his very first ever karate tournament. I got my wish. Saturday night I started feeling like we needed to get really ready to go to the hospital. Bags packed and ready to go with toiletries and everything.
On Sunday morning around sunrise I woke up to back pain. I went walking and it seemed to ease off. I was relieved. I got in the shower and the back pain got worse. I laid down intending to take a nap and I started having back pain every 10-20 minutes coming and going. At that point I told Larry we would have a baby that day. I wanted to wait on our neighbor Mrs. Pat to get home from church. At around 10AM my back pain became regular contractions 5-7 minutes apart. I had told my mama, sister, and my friend Fran about them. My mom and dad went on to church and my sister was planning to go to work that day but asked for updates. Fran was at home and offered to come sit with the kids if we needed to go sooner to the hospital. I ended up telling her to come on at around 11:15AM. She got here pretty quick and Larry and I headed to the hospital. They checked me and I was 3cm and still 50% thinned. They monitored me for an hour with regular contractions. They checked me again and there was no change. They told me that I could go home with pain meds and something for nausea or I could walk. I was aggravated because I felt like the contractions should be progressing me somewhat at least. I told them that I didn't need pain meds and that we would just go home. The nurse and Larry were like ARE YOU SURE? I got aggravated and said well yall told me to do one of the two things and I made my decision. Yes I'm sure. Then they asked me again if I was sure. I just said ok ok I will try walking figuring that I'd be going home anyways. So she unhooked me from the monitor and gave me an hour to walk. We found some stairs and I walked 3 flights and it was so painful that I couldn't do that. So we went downstairs to walk a straight hallway from the lobby elevator all the way down to the cafeteria. We walked that twice and my water broke. A wonderful nurse(I call her my angel) was behind us and ran to get us a wheelchair. She wheeled me back up to L&D. They checked me immediately with the test for amniotic fluid. It was questionable. They checked to see if I had dilated anymore and when she checked me my water broke more. So I was staying until I had a baby. Of course they started all of the routine stuff. I wanted to not have an IV, just a heplock. They informed me of risks that I would be taking should I have complications. I gave in and got an IV. I explained to them that I was given pain meds in my IV at that hospital with my 2nd delivery because my epidural did not work. I don't want to go into more detail but I will say all of my fears were voiced because I had informed my husband of why I didn't want certain things. He was my voice, my rock during this time. He was also my voice when I turned down vaccines for the baby. I just went ahead and signed the consent but he told nurses that I wasn't sure that I wanted her to have vaccines. They brought paperowrk back in and I signed something saying that I did not want any vaccines. Ok after my water broke of course they started getting a room ready for me. They were full so I had to labor in a semi-private room. I was starting to get really irritated because I wanted my own private room. Finally we were moved to one. My husband also had told them when I get to a certain point that I go really fast. They informed Dr. Kane(the on call doctor) of this and when I got into a private room he came in and sat down. He started asking me questions about my other kids and pregnancies. The thing that stood out to me was that he listened to every single word I said and took me seriously. The nurses did what they could to fullfil my wishes. They checked me again and I was only 3cm. Since I was only 3cm he told me that I could hold off on anything and hope I go as fast as I have went. At that point I was very tense and I felt like even though I was prepared and fully believed I could have an all natural labor that I needed to go ahead and get a little bit of help. For the whole time I had known I was pregnant I have researched different methods, read blogs, read books, and really believed I could do this. It was my full intention to have a natural labor and delivery. I had prayed and believed that God made women to do this. I was not forced or even encouraged to take anything. I did tell them though if I was getting Pitocin, even a little bit to help me along then I wanted the epidural. Normally they won't give one until 4cm. Dr. Kane took us seriously about how fast I go and went ahead and ordered one. I was good an comfortable before they began the Pitocin. I quickly got to 6cm. The next time they checked me I was ready to push.
Here is the miracle. Remember I have planned the entire time to have a natural birth. I was very tense and my labor had sort of stalled. I was very adamant about having a natural labor and delivery. I wanted this so bad. I was not encouraged to get an epidural. It was solely my decision. When baby was crowning the doctor told me to stop pushing and he told us the cord was wrapped around her neck. When he cut the cord it was wrapped still. The cord was wrapped around her neck twice. Not once but twice. Had I pushed for a natural birth baby would have been in longer with pressure on her neck. She was blue when she was born. She didn't have a healthy color. I am so thankful that I followed what I felt was right in the moment. I had prayed for the Lord to guide me. Even though I told everyone that asked that I was going to go natural. Even though I was prepared, there are just some hunches that you follow even if it takes you completely off the path of where you feel like you want to go or need to go. My labor had stalled because I was so tense. Yes I believe that I could have had Hannah natural but that would do me no good had I lost her through it. Yes Hannah was born at 37wks and 4 days. She was early but she was right on God's time. He spared my precious baby. Also remember that I had went to the doctor back on Wednesday because she wasn't moving well. I think that the cord being wrapped around her neck at birth wasn't something that was done that day. I think that it was done earlier that week. Had she continued to be in the womb, I don't even want to think about what could have happened. So my God had His hand on me and my precious baby. She had no complications. No breathing problems. She passed all of her newborn tests with flying colors. This may not seem big to some but in my book it's a miracle. My little miracle.
On Wednesday August 20 at around 3PM I called the doctor. I had not felt Hannah move well but once at 9:30AM on Wednesday. The last time I had felt her move actively and in rhythm with the norm was on Tuesday early afternoon. I drank and bottle of cold water, laid down, and rested. I figured that since that's what is suggested when baby is not felt that this would do the trick. I talked to her. I prayed. I talked to her some more. I started doing this around 1PM. Finally my imagination started running away with me and I decided to call the doctor. They wanted me to come in as soon as I could. I went on to the doctor's office as soon as they said they needed to see me immediately. I had time to call my mom and my neighbor to let them know what was going on. I didn't even have time to call my husband until after I got out. I went in and they monitored me. When I heard her heartbeat I was so relieved. I didn't let my kids go back with me because I wasn't so sure that we would hear a heartbeat and I didn't want them in the room if that happened. It was so scary. My mama had got on her knees and started praying when I called her. This was a very scary 2 hours for me. They monitored me for an hour. Finally at the end of that hour I figured out what made her move and have good reactive heart rate. Dr. Goldberg bangs together spoons on your belly when trying to stimulate baby and make them react. So when he went out of the room the last time I would poke at my belly when Hannah would go to sleep. Finally after 1 1/2 hours she passed the NST. I was still a little concerned but Dr. Goldberg assured me everything was fine. Since I had an appointment on that Friday he went ahead and seen me for my appointment that day, cancelled Friday, and made me an appointment for the next Wednesday. Hannah still wasn't very active but she was enough that it kept my worries down. I was 2cm dilated and 50% thinned at the time of that appointment.
On Saturday August 23 Caleb had a karate tournament. I had joked that if we could just get done with that without me going into labor we would be doing good. I didn't want to miss his very first ever karate tournament. I got my wish. Saturday night I started feeling like we needed to get really ready to go to the hospital. Bags packed and ready to go with toiletries and everything.
On Sunday morning around sunrise I woke up to back pain. I went walking and it seemed to ease off. I was relieved. I got in the shower and the back pain got worse. I laid down intending to take a nap and I started having back pain every 10-20 minutes coming and going. At that point I told Larry we would have a baby that day. I wanted to wait on our neighbor Mrs. Pat to get home from church. At around 10AM my back pain became regular contractions 5-7 minutes apart. I had told my mama, sister, and my friend Fran about them. My mom and dad went on to church and my sister was planning to go to work that day but asked for updates. Fran was at home and offered to come sit with the kids if we needed to go sooner to the hospital. I ended up telling her to come on at around 11:15AM. She got here pretty quick and Larry and I headed to the hospital. They checked me and I was 3cm and still 50% thinned. They monitored me for an hour with regular contractions. They checked me again and there was no change. They told me that I could go home with pain meds and something for nausea or I could walk. I was aggravated because I felt like the contractions should be progressing me somewhat at least. I told them that I didn't need pain meds and that we would just go home. The nurse and Larry were like ARE YOU SURE? I got aggravated and said well yall told me to do one of the two things and I made my decision. Yes I'm sure. Then they asked me again if I was sure. I just said ok ok I will try walking figuring that I'd be going home anyways. So she unhooked me from the monitor and gave me an hour to walk. We found some stairs and I walked 3 flights and it was so painful that I couldn't do that. So we went downstairs to walk a straight hallway from the lobby elevator all the way down to the cafeteria. We walked that twice and my water broke. A wonderful nurse(I call her my angel) was behind us and ran to get us a wheelchair. She wheeled me back up to L&D. They checked me immediately with the test for amniotic fluid. It was questionable. They checked to see if I had dilated anymore and when she checked me my water broke more. So I was staying until I had a baby. Of course they started all of the routine stuff. I wanted to not have an IV, just a heplock. They informed me of risks that I would be taking should I have complications. I gave in and got an IV. I explained to them that I was given pain meds in my IV at that hospital with my 2nd delivery because my epidural did not work. I don't want to go into more detail but I will say all of my fears were voiced because I had informed my husband of why I didn't want certain things. He was my voice, my rock during this time. He was also my voice when I turned down vaccines for the baby. I just went ahead and signed the consent but he told nurses that I wasn't sure that I wanted her to have vaccines. They brought paperowrk back in and I signed something saying that I did not want any vaccines. Ok after my water broke of course they started getting a room ready for me. They were full so I had to labor in a semi-private room. I was starting to get really irritated because I wanted my own private room. Finally we were moved to one. My husband also had told them when I get to a certain point that I go really fast. They informed Dr. Kane(the on call doctor) of this and when I got into a private room he came in and sat down. He started asking me questions about my other kids and pregnancies. The thing that stood out to me was that he listened to every single word I said and took me seriously. The nurses did what they could to fullfil my wishes. They checked me again and I was only 3cm. Since I was only 3cm he told me that I could hold off on anything and hope I go as fast as I have went. At that point I was very tense and I felt like even though I was prepared and fully believed I could have an all natural labor that I needed to go ahead and get a little bit of help. For the whole time I had known I was pregnant I have researched different methods, read blogs, read books, and really believed I could do this. It was my full intention to have a natural labor and delivery. I had prayed and believed that God made women to do this. I was not forced or even encouraged to take anything. I did tell them though if I was getting Pitocin, even a little bit to help me along then I wanted the epidural. Normally they won't give one until 4cm. Dr. Kane took us seriously about how fast I go and went ahead and ordered one. I was good an comfortable before they began the Pitocin. I quickly got to 6cm. The next time they checked me I was ready to push.
Here is the miracle. Remember I have planned the entire time to have a natural birth. I was very tense and my labor had sort of stalled. I was very adamant about having a natural labor and delivery. I wanted this so bad. I was not encouraged to get an epidural. It was solely my decision. When baby was crowning the doctor told me to stop pushing and he told us the cord was wrapped around her neck. When he cut the cord it was wrapped still. The cord was wrapped around her neck twice. Not once but twice. Had I pushed for a natural birth baby would have been in longer with pressure on her neck. She was blue when she was born. She didn't have a healthy color. I am so thankful that I followed what I felt was right in the moment. I had prayed for the Lord to guide me. Even though I told everyone that asked that I was going to go natural. Even though I was prepared, there are just some hunches that you follow even if it takes you completely off the path of where you feel like you want to go or need to go. My labor had stalled because I was so tense. Yes I believe that I could have had Hannah natural but that would do me no good had I lost her through it. Yes Hannah was born at 37wks and 4 days. She was early but she was right on God's time. He spared my precious baby. Also remember that I had went to the doctor back on Wednesday because she wasn't moving well. I think that the cord being wrapped around her neck at birth wasn't something that was done that day. I think that it was done earlier that week. Had she continued to be in the womb, I don't even want to think about what could have happened. So my God had His hand on me and my precious baby. She had no complications. No breathing problems. She passed all of her newborn tests with flying colors. This may not seem big to some but in my book it's a miracle. My little miracle.
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Pregnancy and Birth Story of Hannah(Part 1)
Hannah is here! We welcomed a sweet little blessing into the world on Sunday August 24 at 6:57PM. She was due September 10th so she was a bit on the early side. Doctors consider 37 weeks "full term" however I personally don't consider them full term until well into the 38th week. By my findings she was a week or two early. She had some issues that proved this to be true early on. There is also something that happened during delivery that made me realize that God worked everything out and even though she was a bit early by gestation, she was right on time. God had her in the palm of His hand for sure.
Leading up to her birth I had a typical, healthy pregnancy. I'm 34 and it has been 6 years since I've been pregnant. There are a lot of things that I went through with this pregnancy that I did not with my other three. I have come to the conclusion that I'm just old-ER. Back at about 35 weeks I started having what many midwives call prodromal labor which is basically early labor. I went to the hospital in fear of having baby way too early. At that time I was a fingertip dilated. I was "diagnosed" with false labor and sent home. Over the next 2 weeks I continued to experience hard contractions. They were a 4 to 5 on a scale of 1-10. Braxton Hicks contractions have never been over a 3 for me on pain, never. My mom and sister came over and helped. They did meals and housework for me while I kept Miss Hannah in. I did nothing and I was still tired or well exhausted from the contractions 24/7. At the ultrasound at 35 weeks, Hannah measured in at 6lbs which is above average. I figured that my due date may have been a bit off should the sonogram readings prove correct. If not, this would be my largest baby to date. I don't take the sonogram readings too serious though. It could be off by a pound more or less.
Bear with me here because I have a newborn and three other children to take care of so on top of my priority list is Jesus time and then my family. I will get to the part of the birth story that I call a miracle. A lot of people already know what happened. For those of you who don't stay tuned. I'm a detail oriented person so you will know everything(minus gory stuff) about my labor and delivery. I am writing this mainly so I can come back and remember it but I also want to renew others' faith. I know that sometimes my faith waivers and when I hear of miracles such as this, it really refreshes me and gives me hope. I would love it if just one person was refreshed by hearing of my little miracle. Perhaps it renews them so much that they turn back to God.
Until next time, may you be blessed beyond measure. May God wrap His loving arms around you and protect you and your loved ones.
In His Grip,
Jennifer
Leading up to her birth I had a typical, healthy pregnancy. I'm 34 and it has been 6 years since I've been pregnant. There are a lot of things that I went through with this pregnancy that I did not with my other three. I have come to the conclusion that I'm just old-ER. Back at about 35 weeks I started having what many midwives call prodromal labor which is basically early labor. I went to the hospital in fear of having baby way too early. At that time I was a fingertip dilated. I was "diagnosed" with false labor and sent home. Over the next 2 weeks I continued to experience hard contractions. They were a 4 to 5 on a scale of 1-10. Braxton Hicks contractions have never been over a 3 for me on pain, never. My mom and sister came over and helped. They did meals and housework for me while I kept Miss Hannah in. I did nothing and I was still tired or well exhausted from the contractions 24/7. At the ultrasound at 35 weeks, Hannah measured in at 6lbs which is above average. I figured that my due date may have been a bit off should the sonogram readings prove correct. If not, this would be my largest baby to date. I don't take the sonogram readings too serious though. It could be off by a pound more or less.
Bear with me here because I have a newborn and three other children to take care of so on top of my priority list is Jesus time and then my family. I will get to the part of the birth story that I call a miracle. A lot of people already know what happened. For those of you who don't stay tuned. I'm a detail oriented person so you will know everything(minus gory stuff) about my labor and delivery. I am writing this mainly so I can come back and remember it but I also want to renew others' faith. I know that sometimes my faith waivers and when I hear of miracles such as this, it really refreshes me and gives me hope. I would love it if just one person was refreshed by hearing of my little miracle. Perhaps it renews them so much that they turn back to God.
Until next time, may you be blessed beyond measure. May God wrap His loving arms around you and protect you and your loved ones.
In His Grip,
Jennifer
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