Soon after our baby arrived I began hearing it. I was lucky. Lucky that my story ended with a baby. Lucky that I was able to birth a miracle. Lucky that I didn’t carry the harshness of infertility forever. Nobody meant it in a superstitious way. They meant it in the traditional use of the…
It is shortly after midnight, and I’m sitting in a dim hospital room, listening to Tasha breathe, waiting for the miracle that will happen within the next 18 hours, according to the doctor. Have you ever had so many emotions and thoughts and feelings, all at the same time, that you just are left…speechless? That’s…
I have a wall in my house that displays the footprints of God’s miracles in our lives. We were barren, you know, unable to have children– yet, there they are. Three sets of miracles that came in ways we never expected. The line begins with a giant 8-year-old footprint and handprint from our first adoption….
The first time we lost a baby, I almost lost myself. It was a couple years into my marriage, after I had faced off with infertility and finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test, only to spend hours on the bathroom floor as blood and tears marked the end of hope. My entire…
In the book of I Kings we meet Elijah, a man of God who confronts kings and nations, who is instrumental in miracles that include raising people from the dead and fire dropping from the heavens. He’s a pretty intense prophet who lived during a particularly dark period in Israel’s history—a truth that put him…
The fact that I’m pregnant after almost twelve years of infertility still shocks me every morning. I wake up, move to stand, and groan a bit because my hips ache like I spent too long horseback riding, and then the steady thump of this tiny baby’s fists or feet cause my breath to catch hard. …
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