Five years ago around this time (7-ish in the morning) I was feeling fine getting an IV put in preparing to feel the writhing pain of labor. The pain of labor can not compare to the joy of when that tiny one above was placed in my hands. I was still so young, my first-born was only 18-months old and…
(My two snuggly not feeling so hot miracles) When Judah was about 6-weeks old I had a friend give me a word of encouragement, “to find the miraculous in the mundane.” In that season I still was relatively fresh off the mission field and a life stateside in our little apartment felt every bit mundane and easy. I decided to…