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The God Who Sees Me
You’re the God who sees. You see the tired mama at 2 a.m. rocking her newborn. She has bags under her eyes and is stumbling through the motions of diaper changing and feeding…
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The Most Difficult Year of Marriage
“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.” Ephesians 4:2 “We’re like a real, little family now,” he whispered to me as I was trying to drift off…
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You Blank It All Out, But You’d Do It All Over Again
You blank out a lot of things within that first few months of having a newborn. It’s probably the sleep exhaustion, but it’s like the labor pains – you just don’t remember it. It…
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I Feel God’s Presence Everywhere in Motherhood
I used to only feel God’s presence in a church. But not just any church, the kind of church where there are stained glass windows and an altar. You know, the cathedral-type. The…
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Baby, You’re Perfect
I counted the toes and the fingers. I memorized those little eyes looking up at me, blinking as they tried to focus on this new world. I examined the ears and the nose,…
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You’ll Never Regret Holding the Baby
“Do you ever put that baby down?” Usually I’d smile a cheesy grin and say, “no,” however there were moments when that question was filled with a judgmental tone and I’d roll my…
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We May Not Have All Nursed, But We’re All Great Moms
I always hear that there’s nothing more beautiful than the image of a mother nursing her baby. And don’t get me wrong, the image of a mother caring for her baby is a…
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You Were His Before I Ever Dreamed of You – And He Loves You More
I dreamed of you before I met you. I pictured little curls that would form at the small of your neck. I wondered if those eyes would be a light blue like your…
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To My Pandemic Baby, This Isn’t The World I Wanted to Bring You Into
To my pandemic baby, this isn’t the world I wanted to bring you into. The diaper bag is still packed with diapers you’ve since grown out of and back-up clothes that no longer…
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My Sweet Firstborn, You Made Me a Mother
My sweet firstborn, you made me a mother. I always used to whisper to you as I rocked you and told you, “you’re the only one who knows what Mommy’s heart sounds like…
