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The Last Eleven Months: 07

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 neck-deep in the lonely-midst of it....

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The Moment that Changed Everything

For a long time, I had convinced myself I had nothing to say. Rather, I had a lot to say, but it made my brain hurt a little bit trying to connect it all. And if I couldn’t fully understand it, how could I articulate it in a way that anybody else would? I had...

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The Last Eleven Months: 06

My eyes blinked open defiantly in the dark two days after returning home from a dream trip to Paris. It was 3:45 am. With the 12-hour time difference between where I just was and where I woke up, the jet lag was winning.

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Last week, I read an article about an Indian boy who had been complaining his jaw hurt. When his parents took him to the doctor, they found a sac in his jaw that was filled to the brim with over 500 teeth! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My first thought? 😱 And my second? I sure hope that...

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See, here’s the thing about stepping out and doing that thing that you know deep down in the bones of your soul that you were created to do: Satan is standing by relentlessly to stop you. “I hate writing,” I texted my husband just a few minutes ago. “I hate the warfare that comes with...

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The Last Eleven Months: 07

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 neck-deep in the lonely-midst of it....

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The Moment that Changed Everything

For a long time, I had convinced myself I had nothing to say. Rather, I had a lot to say, but it made my brain hurt a little bit trying to connect it all. And if I couldn’t fully understand it, how could I articulate it in a way that anybody else would? I had...

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The Last Eleven Months: 06

My eyes blinked open defiantly in the dark two days after returning home from a dream trip to Paris. It was 3:45 am. With the 12-hour time difference between where I just was and where I woke up, the jet lag was winning.

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from the ‘gram

Last week, I read an article about an Indian boy who had been complaining his jaw hurt. When his parents took him to the doctor, they found a sac in his jaw that was filled to the brim with over 500 teeth! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ My first thought? 😱 And my second? I sure hope that...

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from the ‘gram

See, here’s the thing about stepping out and doing that thing that you know deep down in the bones of your soul that you were created to do: Satan is standing by relentlessly to stop you. “I hate writing,” I texted my husband just a few minutes ago. “I hate the warfare that comes with...

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