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The Last Eleven Months: 04

Two days later, I was anxious. It was Monday morning. My quiet time routine had me reading in Nehemiah, but it didn’t feel right. I re-read Psalm 130:5-6, out loud in the morning silence. This is where I’m supposed to camp again this morning, I wrote. And then I turned to Charles Spurgeon and his timeless commentary for insight.

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The Last Eleven Months: 03

I had wrestled. I had looked up half a dozen verses on waiting. I had worshipped. And then, I came to stand on my watchtower alongside a waiting prophet. I ended that April morning with Habakkuk’s words, as well as the words of my favorite, tried and true commentators.

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Why I Chose an Easy and Affordable Homemade Goat Milk Formula for my Baby

I’m not one of those women who have the ability to breastfeed her babes on an open-ended timeline, stopping only when I decide we bother are ready. Unfortunately, my milk supply is limited. I only had about three solid months of breastfeeding Jordan before the tank started running dry and we had to start supplementing....

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The Last Eleven Months: 02

These words are part of a collection of writings from the final months of our ten-year-long journey of delayed fertility. In them, I’m pulling back the privacy-curtain and taking you inside the pages of my prayer journals to give insight to those who have not experienced infertility, and hope to those who are neck-deep in...

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The Last Eleven Months: A Series

Four years ago, I sat in bed and cried on my 35th birthday. I was another year older, another year without a family. I had no idea then that I was in the home stretch of our family wait. All I knew was that my arms were still empty. Last week, on my 39th birthday,...

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The Last Eleven Months: 04

Two days later, I was anxious. It was Monday morning. My quiet time routine had me reading in Nehemiah, but it didn’t feel right. I re-read Psalm 130:5-6, out loud in the morning silence. This is where I’m supposed to camp again this morning, I wrote. And then I turned to Charles Spurgeon and his timeless commentary for insight.

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The Last Eleven Months: 03

I had wrestled. I had looked up half a dozen verses on waiting. I had worshipped. And then, I came to stand on my watchtower alongside a waiting prophet. I ended that April morning with Habakkuk’s words, as well as the words of my favorite, tried and true commentators.

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Why I Chose an Easy and Affordable Homemade Goat Milk Formula for my Baby

I’m not one of those women who have the ability to breastfeed her babes on an open-ended timeline, stopping only when I decide we bother are ready. Unfortunately, my milk supply is limited. I only had about three solid months of breastfeeding Jordan before the tank started running dry and we had to start supplementing....

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The Last Eleven Months: 02

These words are part of a collection of writings from the final months of our ten-year-long journey of delayed fertility. In them, I’m pulling back the privacy-curtain and taking you inside the pages of my prayer journals to give insight to those who have not experienced infertility, and hope to those who are neck-deep in...

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The Last Eleven Months: A Series

Four years ago, I sat in bed and cried on my 35th birthday. I was another year older, another year without a family. I had no idea then that I was in the home stretch of our family wait. All I knew was that my arms were still empty. Last week, on my 39th birthday,...

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