Welcome to the place of overflowing grace in the midst of messy motherhood.
There are a lot of kids up in here, a lot of noise, and a lot of life. It's raw and real, and often sticky.
But I wouldn't trade it. (Except maybe the sticky part.)
Join me for the journey.  

Better Than Seven (A Birth Story)

Come to Me, all you who labor – and I will give you rest.  -Matthew 11:28 (This is a birth story, complete with all the guts and glory.  Reader discretion advised.) It was a dark and stormy night.  The full moon hid behind thick clouds.  Wind howled around the creaking house, warnings of floods and power outages blinked on screens, and cold air seeped under the kitchen door.  I felt it because I was barefoot and pregnant as I shuffled across the cold linoleum.  But the weather did little to dampen my mood.  The end was finally in sight.  Labor was kicking in, the house smelled of warm chocolate chip cookies, and I was caught up on laundry. I was three days away from my due date.  It’s closer

 

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