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This isn’t the way things are supposed to be,” I thought to myself as I lay in bed, my swollen and burning leg propped up on pillows so that it wouldn’t touch anything. I’m glad I kept going through the darkness, even when I was certain that I couldn’t possibly make it to the next day. When I sit beside my husband and talk about our day, I’m happy that I didn’t give up. Sure, there will still be plenty of valleys in the future, but I know that the valleys serve a purpose, and when I find my way out, I’ll be glad I kept going.

I’m a huge fan of birth stories. I know they’re not everyone’s cup of tea, but hopefully some people will enjoy reading the long and detailed story of how we brought our daughter into the world

I knew all along that I wanted our daughter’s middle name to be Jean, but it took a long time before we agreed on a first name. After going through my own trials and times of suffering (even though they seem minor compared to Job’s), I feel like now is a season for blessing, and our baby girl is a representation of God’s faithfulness to us. I wanted to use my Great-Grandma’s name, Jean, as Kezia’s middle name. I’ll probably share more about the full story of Kezzi girl’s birth eventually, but for now, I’ll be spending my time soaking up all of these newborn snuggles.

He’s never failing, He’s never failing But as I drove, I thought about how far we’ve come and how our delay in our parenthood journey didn’t mean a complete denial, it simply meant we’d stay in the waiting a little bit longer. We learn that it’s okay to have hope and to trust that things will eventually get better…because they will, even if they don’t look exactly as we had planned. We are learning patience and figuring out how to go with the flow, even if she ends up being born during the all-important Michigan game later this month (you can guess who’s concerned about that…hint: not me 😉 ).