The hallway of the maternity ward was empty. My shoes were squeaking against the waxed tile. My sister-in-law was in one of the first rooms. Her belly was round and she was calmly sitting, watching the monitor as a heartbeat jumped across it. A few minutes later another monitor located the second heartbeat. The twins…
I looked down and saw that the lilac bloom in my hand was crushed under the intensity of my prayer. I didn’t want to pray it, I hardly even believed the prayer, but I knew I had to. Yet, something in me was clinging tight to the lilac, to my dreams of a springtime wedding, to my hopes for a husband and partner to materialize from thin air.
Ever notice how Satan’s attacks grow stronger when you’re doing your best to follow God? I’ve been watching my husband grow and begin to speak more boldly and struggle more deeply. I’ve been praying for him and for the farm and our life here but the peace in my heart hasn’t changed. Until today. My…
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