Surprise! In January of this year, we got the sweetest surprise. We were expecting our fourth child. For as long as we’ve known each other, Marcus has known that "4" was a special number. I’d always thought we would have four kiddos. And each year when I pack up our Christmas decorations, I write a quick note about our year and what I hope for in the year ahead. He probably doesn’t know this, but for the past two Christmases my note was hopeful for another baby. So there’s that. 😉 Here’s a few memories from Anna’s pregnancy and birth…
We’re only three weeks in to getting to know her and we are already wrapped around her long pretty fingers. She is getting all the snuggles and loads of attention from her big brothers and big sister. She’s got the biggest blue (for now at least) eyes and dark hair. We love her facial expressions and see a lot of baby C and E in her face. I am already telling her she’s going to be the one that helps with my empty nest syndrome when the others start to leave the nest one by one (they’re all two years apart) because I will get to keep her an “extra” year.
Baby E’s birth story (2019) Baby C’s birth story (2017) Baby J’s birth story (2015)
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Two is not a pattern. And other things I learned welcoming baby #3. "Two is not a pattern," that's what my midwife told me. She was right. Sweet baby Emilyn tricked us more than once. Thank you, Marcus, for driving us to those back-to-back trips to the birth center that weren't quite active labor. She baked longer than her brothers (one arrived timely on his due date, and the other had a one day "late" arrival). As many of you know, we welcomed our first son in June 2015 naturally, at home with our midwife. Then two years later, almost to the day, we welcomed our second son at the same home with the same midwife and support. (Links to their stories at the end of this post.) Last November we found out we were unexpectedly expecting baby #3! Beyond the shock of the news, the pregnancy itself was quite different than the other two, which was my first clue that this HAD to be a GIRL. :) We also moved in 2017, which meant the possibility of birthing at the same address, well, wasn't an option! Can you imagine that conversation? "Umm, hello. Yes, I know I sold you my house two years ago, but I really want to have my baby here. You see, it's where I have all my babies." "New" city. New home. New birth. Moving back to my childhood hometown meant that we'd also need to find a new midwife and be open to a different birth location. After discovering that we were out of the service range of home birth for our birth center of choice, we decided to pursue the option of birthing at the birth center. Logistically, this sounded a lot easier too, knowing that if labor began when the boys (ages 4 and 2) were asleep they could simply stay asleep while a relative came to our house to be with them, and we left to go have a baby! At first, to be honest, this was hard to get used to! After having our boys with my midwife Sherry, it was hard for me to mentally and emotionally detach and reattach to a new midwife (in my case, midwives) and to the idea of birth not being in my home. Our first house in Houston holds a very special place in my heart for many reasons besides the five years that we lived there - the biggest two being that I birthed our boys there! My first two pregnancies were smooth and both boys were big! J was 10lb. 2oz. and C was 9lb. 10oz. I wasn't expecting anything to be too different the third go-around. Unexpected News. Time for Waiting and Praying. At our 20 week appointment I was really excited, not only because we were halfway there with the pregnancy, but we'd also decided we would find out the gender at the anatomy scan. I mean, should I say, we'd confirm the gender? Ha! I was certain this one was a girl, and I'd been correct on guessing the gender of our two boys before it was confirmed, too! (Don't remind me that my odds were 50/50.) We got the confirmation. Definitely a girl. She was proud to show us! Yay! Now I could start visualizing us as a family of five, the pink, the bows, the shopping trips, painting our nails together, and one day giggling about boys... Later that evening I got a call that there was something they had seen on the scan called ABS, Amniotic Band Syndrome. My instructions were not to worry. It wasn't causing trouble, it wasn't stringy, it was thick, it was connected on both ends, but that we needed to do another scan in eight weeks to check. Oh, and don't Google it. I hung up the phone and... You called it. I Googled. "Amniotic band syndrome is a rare condition caused by strands of the amniotic sac that separate and entangle digits, limbs, or other parts of the fetus. This constriction can cause a variety of problems depending on where strands are located and how tightly they are wrapped." I think even in the moment I kept a calm, hopeful heart in the midst of it. The images are Google are heartbreaking, but that wasn't going to happen to us. What I wanted to know were the facts. How is ABS diagnosed? What do you do about it? What are the possible outcomes - both good and bad? It's probably going to be fine, I told myself. They would've told me to worry if I needed to worry. During that eight weeks of waiting, I did a lot of random Google questioning. I did a lot of praying. I did a lot of holding it in and staying as plain as I could in my answers when people asked how I was feeling (meaning, "Got morning sickness?") when all I could really think about was... She's supposed to be safe, right? The womb is where you don't worry about anything except what you eat and the old wive's tales about which side to sleep on is the safest and keeps them in the best birthing position. (It's the right side.... just kidding... sleep however you can. Except for my peace of mind, right was the only way I could sleep). She was supposed to be safe. Except my womb wasn't safe. There was something in there that could harm her, with an unknown cause, unknown variables... I was reminded, I am not in control. God is. Those two amazing, beautiful boys with birth stories I love to share? That was God. They belong to Him. We're just the parental stewards, the arrow aimers... the so- blessed-to-be-part-of-the-process parents. And this unexpected, beautiful girl kicking and fluttering only my right gut, never the left (I have no idea why!) well, she was God's, too. Getting Good News Eight long weeks later at our next scan, we saw her. It was so good to see her again. I mean, during this in between time we'd been hearing her heart beat, and I'd been feeling her move. But to see her. To see both hands and both feet. Relief. The band appeared smaller, measuring less than an inch. At this point in the pregnancy she was large enough that she'd just push it out of her way, or it would literally stretch as she pushed on it while continuing to grow. Another thing I'd come across while researching medical journals and info about ABS was that if the band was going to cause a problem, it would've most likely caused it before the first trimester... as in... before we even knew it was there. That's when another waive of God's control and God's perfect provision washed over me. Before we even knew the need she had, He knew. He protected her in the womb. Psalm 139 40 Weeks Pregnant and Still Waiting When her due date came and went, I was beyond ready to stop being pregnant! We had an appointment that Thursday, and I was sad to hear we weren't even dilated. Marcus had woken up with a stomach bug that day and wasn't feeling that great. I confess that I thought, very empathetically (I'm being sarcastic), "You always do this when I need you!" Then Friday morning came, and I had the stomach bug. I felt so yuck that it immediately cured me of my lack of empathy. (Love you, honey!) That afternoon I was worried I might be running a fever and with on and off again contractions my midwife Naomi said it was a good idea to come in to let her check on me and baby. Thankfully, I was not running a fever. Our oldest, Jaxson, went to most of my prenatal appointments with me, even ones Marcus wasn't able to go to. He was so disappointed when we didn't come home with a baby that day. Friday night I can't even remember the exact details of the drama that evening, but we made another trip back to the Birth Center that night when contractions seemed to be intensifying, only to have them stop when we arrived at the birth center, and to wait a few hours before heading back home... for them to start up again! I also had a couple IVs to help bring my fluids up since I wasn't really able to eat much that day. 4 a.m., Saturday morning With neither of us having eaten in a couple days (that yucky bug!) and with me sarcastically contemplating aloud that I'd be heading down the street to the med center for the hospital to get this baby out if I didn't have her soon ;P Naomi recommended that we get a hotel. That way we'd be close by, and instead of driving our exhausted selves home, we could just rest. The first two hotels we tried were completely booked. Cra. Then we found one. Slept for two hours (but it felt like longer to me, that's how tired I was). 6 a.m., Saturday morning I woke up around 6 a.m. and thought, more confidently this time, that it had to be labor. With Caden, I knew it was real labor when the contractions were so painful that I was saying, "Owww" out loud. With Emilyn, all my on and off again contractions had had a level of intensity that made me hurt. This girl had a way of making me doubt my ability to recognize what was really real labor even has someone who's been here before twice. Even as we left the hotel to grab a quick Starbucks breakfast before going to the birth center I wasn't fully assured. Could these intense contractions end just like the ones from the night before? But I was desperate enough that we worded the text to our midwife team like, "Heading to the birth center" instead of asking if we should meet them there! Ha! By the time we got to the center contractions were pretty strong, so I hopped out of the car and had several right there in the parking lot. A couple random people were walking their dogs through the business complex. One girl - I guess recognizing that I was in labor - asked me if I was OK. I just hollered over, "Third baby and that's the birth center; they're on their way." This had to be it. Right? Baby by Lunchtime Sweet Emi was still posterior (meaning her back was to my back) which is not good. We ended up using the Rebozo sifting method to get her to rotate. Thank you, student midwife Phoebe! By then, I was at 9cm and ready to get in that birth pool (more about why they are so awesome in the boys' stories below). During this labor I really really wanted Marcus to just talk to me during each contraction. I remember yelling at him, "Talk!" I also remember just praying Jesus' name because that's all I could say during those last few intense moments. And then she was here! We took a couple hours to rest, eat, and enjoy her. Then mom brought her two big brothers to come meet her! Emilyn was born 12:18p.m. weighing 8lb. 12oz. and 20in. long. I felt such relief when she was born. "She's here. She's finally here." The baby that God planned for this specific time. For our family. I got to hold her as we sat in the pool together; there has been nothing like it and will be nothing like it. This time I cut the cord. (If I remember right, Marcus cut Caden's). Afterwards, we were all curious if we'd be able to see the band on the amniotic sac, but even after careful searching the midwives couldn't find it. Whirlwind Weeks The past seven weeks have flown by. Her big brothers love her. J picks out her bow each day and C always says, "It's OK" when she cries in the car. I'm convinced we probably won't sleep again. Ever. And being outnumbered does lead to mayhem of some kind daily. But we are embracing grace in the crazy. Our first son's birth story on the blog here: 8 Reasons Why I Loved Home Birth Our second son's birth story on the blog here: 8 Reasons Why I Loved Home Birth the Second Time Around). I loved home birth so much the first time around, I couldn't wait to plan for our second child to join us at home, too. Many of you read about Jaxson's birth in my blog 8 Reasons Why I Loved Home Birth. I figured since baby Caden is already 5 months old it's about time I wrote about his birth! When we found out we were expecting our second child, I was so excited I would get to see our wonderful midwife Sherry Rumsey again! I immediately started the quest to get our original birth team together for another June birth. As it turned out, all the same support people were there - and almost two years to the date, too. Little Caden Joshua joined us June 2, 2017. One day after his due date and just one day short of sharing his big brother Jaxson's birthday. Here's 8 more reasons why I loved home birth (the second time around). 1. We Came Prepared For Caden's birth, not only did I have a "been here before" advantage when it came to what labor pains were like, but I knew what supplies I wanted more of. I can't say enough to new mommas about the Motherlove spray from Target or the AfterBirth bath from Precious Arrows. I made sure to order the big package of that stuff. I also had the birth pool blown up (empty) in our master bedroom. Funny thing, we were in the middle of selling our house and even had a few showings after we'd set it up. I put this friendly little sign on it. 2. Perfect Timing False alarms were just disappointments, not huge inconveniences. (Except maybe for Nana who drove three and half hours to come when we thought it might be it, and it wasn't it. Thank you, sweet Momma!) Caden was a trickster. Since I'd been through labor before, I kept thinking, "Surely, I would know what it feels like. Surely this is the start of labor." At least twice I was convinced it was time, and it wasn't flippin' time! There was one day at least two weeks before he came where I literally had contractions all day long. Those Braxton Hicks. We spent many evenings as a family at the neighborhood park. Marcus would play with J, and I'd walk laps around them. The exercising ladies who walked by would always smile at me - knowing I was trying to walk that baby out! 3. No Hurry When Caden's due date came and went, I actually had a membrane sweep to help start labor. It was a "maybe this will work or maybe it won't" kind of a thing. When I was leaving Sherry's that afternoon, I knew THIS IS IT. The contractions were so painful. I remember saying, "I know this is real because these are MEAN." Just like Jaxson's birth, no one rushed me, and I didn't have a clock visible during labor. It ended up being super fast. It began around 2 p.m. and Caden was born at 6:11 p.m. During labor I remember telling myself, "I'm having this baby by supper!" and I already had my Panera order picked out in my head! :) I might be a foodie. 4. Safe and Home Our good friend from Grand Parkway, Shelley, came and picked up Jaxson to play. We called Nana and she got on the road, as did Meredith, Heather, and Sherry. I had such peace of mind knowing it was finally here. We would welcome Caden into the world in our home. 5. Support Team My support group for baby #2 was the original three! Who else gets that?! Sherry, Meredith, and Heather! Also some wonderfully kind people from our church brought us food after C's arrival, Marcus took some time off, and Nana stayed a few days. 6. Personalized Care Because we went the home birth route, my care before and after the birth was personalized. My midwife knew what my "normal" was because she was with us for our first birth, but she also knew what I needed to hear during those false alarms. It wasn't wasted time. My body was getting ready for the big day! It was OK. I wasn't a fool for being fooled. Baby C would come when he was ready. 7. Flexibility & Water Caden's birth ended up being a water birth! I never would've expected that. I know that sounds odd since I had a birth pool, but I'd planned on laboring in that wonderful thing just like I had for J. Didn't really cross my mind I could birth in it. Turns out, when we were filling the pool when labor started, we'd gotten too much cold water in it, and the boiling water Marcus was adding just wasn't doing the trick to heat it up to safe temps. So they had to nearly empty it out and start over. This meant as I was laboring and focus on my surroundings was going in and out, I could hear them filling the pool and talking about the temperature of the water. I thought to myself, "They're tricking me. They're going to say, 'Oops, you're too far along honey, you can't get in the water." When they got it to the right temp, instead I heard the best words of all, "Kennan, would you like to get in the water and have your baby?" Heck yes! It was so incredible. After a few pushes, Caden was here! 8. Got You Covered Another thing that was different this time around was our healthcare coverage. Without traditional insurance this go-around you'd think it would end up costing us MORE. But it actually cost less. We are members of Christian Healthcare Ministries, a cost-sharing plan. Because we received a cash discount, which met our gold plan deductible, Caden's birth was covered 100%. We are so thankful! If you want to learn more about CHM click here. Commercial Break If I can, I'd like to take a quick commercial break to say THANK YOU! Marcus and I have done freelance work in various fields of media since we got married, but last year we decided to give it a name, Marken Media Co. Since then, so many of you have helped us spread the word about what we do. We can't wait to serve more customers in 2018. So "like" or share our Facebook page, or check out our website. We'd love to connect with more people. As I said in my first home birth post ... I know home birth isn't for everyone. Every birth is as unique as the woman giving birth. I know not everything always goes as planned and unexpected emergencies can require alternatives. My hope is to celebrate birth in all its forms because it is a true miracle. These are eight things I celebrate about my second home birth experience. Baby Caden, we are so glad you're here! The Diagnosis: Your Son Needs a Spica Cast After our two-year-old Jaxson's freak trip and fall that resulted in a fractured femur, we are finally nearing the end of his seven weeks in a spica cast. To say this journey has been one of the hardest seasons of our lives is an understatement. I survived week one with the help of Nana and my husband who stayed home from work to help. The first two or three weeks were the worst. Week four and five we got in a new groove. And weeks six and seven have been more like daily, "How long is this going to take?" countdowns. I felt so much encouragement and got good ideas from blogs I found by googling :) that I thought I am now in the place I can share from our spica cast journey to help others as well. So if you're reading this because you googled it, too... You're not the only one. I promise it will get easier. And thank God bones can heal and the cast won't stay on forever. Diapering with a Spica Cast: The 3 Steps to Success 1. Big Diaper 2. Little Diaper 3. Bladder Leak Pads Diapering was by far one of our biggest challenges. We would place a smaller size diaper inside the cast "hole" by tucking it inside. Then place/seal a larger diaper on the outside of the cast. This didn't always protect from leaks, so we pretty much kept him on a towel wherever he was... the stroller, the couch, on someone's lap... to make clean up after leaks easier. We also found a few weeks in, that applying a Poise pad for bladder leaks inside the smaller diaper was helpful for more absorption. Blow outs were another story. Thankfully we only lived through a few of them, but when #1, or worse, #2, gets into the cast it's not only yuck but difficult to fix. Wipes can only do so much. At the beginning, diaper changes were a nightmare for J. This faded over time, but after one of the worst blowouts we literally had to (because he had a waterproof liner inside his cast) use a spray bottle of water to try to spray out the poo explosion. Normal Diaper Changes We used phrases like "Tucking Time" and "Tummy Time" for the diaper changing process. He would lay on his back and we'd talk or distract him with a toy (or sometimes even baby brother). Then we'd do "tucking time" for the front, and say "Let's roll over for tummy time" when tucking in the diaper from the back, etc. There was one time that he tooted on me during a change, so I made "Don't you toot on me!" my go-to line if he needed cheering up during a change. :) He also dealt with severe constipation in those first couple of weeks. So we increased fluids, did half coconut water (for the magnesium) and half apple juice, and I even had to put in a suppository a couple of times. Then There's Entertaining a Child with a Spica Cast... This is where we got creative! (Thanks for a gift-a-day for a week box from Mimi and Papa in New Mexico, J had small new toys that we spread out for a while.) A few of his favorites were a magnetic fishing set, educational DVDs - including a train documentary from Half Price Books (thank you, Nana), and alphabet magnets. He also got a personalized lap desk from our friend Sarah (Anchored by Grace Designs). We also found a cool bean bag chair - the Big Joe - from Walmart for easy, comfortable sitting. And we can't forget the yard sale win of the century - the $7 basketball hoop. Or as J calls it, the "baska-ball player." I almost forgot; we also had to get him a booster seat because there's no way the angle of the spica cast would allow him to continue in his normal car seat. And they only had a girly, pink flower one - but I'm not telling him. Let the Kid Wear Shoes It's been hard getting him to change t-shirts (he goes from one Cars shirt to the other), but he has often requested socks, which always leads to a request for shoes. So J often got to don his Crocs and tennis shoes. Although he was very disappointed when his right rain boot wouldn't go on over the cast. (He loves his boots. We found ours at the Just Between Friends sale.) "Normal Life" Cabin fever can kick in quick! So we tried to get back to normal life activities as soon as we were comfortable. J loves going to Walmart and H-E-B (raising him right!) so we'd bring daddy along to push him in his stroller while I would handle the grocery cart, the baby, and the actual shopping! We also returned to church, where we both traded off who would stay with J in the nursery (should the need to diaper change arise). This gave J the chance to boss other people around for a bit. :) Baths with a Spica Cast You can't bathe with a cast. Sorry. We just used those throw-away bath wipes and did our best. I also made it a habit to put essential oils on his feet every evening before bed time. Spica Cast Removal We can't wait for Thursday. We'll be sure to update you on how that goes. We've watched a couple cast-removal videos on YouTube with him to talk about the loud saw that cuts the cast off and the way it tickles. He's been saying "Jaxson walk" and "four days" all day. Tomorrow it's only three to go. Hooray! UPDATE - The Spica Cast is Gone!The day Jaxson had his cast removed was a little traumatic. He had to have an X-Ray both before and after the removal. The saw they used to cut it off was a little loud for him. Both his legs had atrophied, and everything was stinky from not being bathed in weeks. But J was so glad to have it off! We took him to Chick-fil-A drive-through for a celebratory chocolate milk. The next several days he still mostly crawled around the house. It took time for him to build his strength and to trust his legs again. We are thankful he did not end up needing physical therapy. We used an outdoor scooter (that you sit on and push) in the house –– so soon he was pushing along wherever he wanted to go! I took a short video on my Instagram just 5 weeks after the cast was removed while he was running at the park. There's nothing quite like the pitter patter of little feet is there? UPDATE - Three Years After a Broken Leg
“God has infinite attention to spare for each one of us... {When you pray} You are as much alone with Him as if you were the only being He had ever created.” You shouldn’t become intimidated by your finiteness.
You weren’t intended to come in knowing everything or expected to know next to everything on your way out. There is rhythm because there is relationship. A father doesn’t get exasperated at his child’s questions - even if they are constant. He, if he is a human father, would only get so based on the extent that the questions, in their often simplistic manor, still exceed his own understandings. But God the Father - infinite in wisdom and endless in love - never tires of our questions. He by his amazing, un-understandable nature is, and He is pleased when we want to grasp with every fiber of our woven beings the extent of truth. Our past, present, and future to us are three separate places, or spaces. We can’t occupy one without leaving one and preparing for the other. But He, somehow, is all. Above the timeline. All is live. The moment I was a glimmer in His mind, The moment I was born, The moment I married, The moment I became a mother, The moment I will pass - aren’t separated to Him. His aboveness, His otherness is what frustrates me when my desire is to control, to order things my way, things that are not my decision. It’s not just that, it’s my own finiteness that is the true frustration. I want, I desire, to understand. But every additional feeling of knowing more is a two-sided coin, and the other side always reads, “There is so much more.” So while I can’t explain every gray conviction, though it is not gray to me. And I don’t expect every follower to follow exactly as I do ... the only way to move forward, deeper is to lay hold firmly and plunge knowing I’ll never surpass, never be bored, because His seas are endless. Yes, it is frustrating sometimes to know a “goal” will never be reached, but I am promised a prize in this upward call of God, and if there’s anything I’ve learned it’s that the Father gives good gifts. So I’ll cast every penny I can find into His infinite fountain just to know Him more. Hey! If you haven't checked out the "Clips" tab yet, there are some new articles recently posted for you. Since becoming a stay-at-home mom in 2015, I have continued to freelance write for my awesome former employer, Katy Magazine. You can check out recent stories I've written here.
As part of the release of our "Chin Up Phone Down" tee, we wanted to engage P&O friends and family with the Chin Up Challenge! These are a few ways we've implemented the Chin Up philosophy in our own lives. And we hope by accepting one or all three of these challenges, you will be encouraged as you practice being more present with those you are with and less distracted by your phone. Read More... I did something crazy last December. After a hormonal, pregnant lady fit of woes that ended with bawling my eyes out in the shower... I had my husband remove all social media apps (Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Pinterest, LinkedIn) from my phone. And block their URLs from my phone's web browser. It's been an amazing month, and I have no plan to go back.
Why? I recently got a copy of Loving my Lot for my birthday! Yay! In the section titled, "Eating to Honor God" something really got me so I thought I'd share a peek from my journal. Make sure, in eating, that avoiding certain foods is not out of fear of disease, but motivated to do all for the glory of God. I confess I have been motivated by fear, self-shamed when I failed, and self-willed to try harder (depending more on myself) the next time. This is idolatry. Forgive me, Lord. I have taken documentaries, books written by intelligent people, and made a new set of laws for myself. But these laws are serving the kingdom of fear and enslaving me to impossible standards. I can't always eat grass-fed. I am not able to not ever eat wheat... or food from a box. Does it mean I quit? No. I can take what I've learned about what encourages optimal health and do my best - not his best, not her best, but my best. I can take steps in the right direction without penalizing myself with fear of disease. My soul is secure. My eternal destiny is set and sealed. My life, regardless of my choices, is held by my Sovereign God because of the grace of Jesus. So I'm glad not to be in charge or in control. The results are not left up to me. This is a relief. With a little help from Philippians 3 and 4... In all things I rejoice. I press on to the upward call of God in Christ Jesus, holding on to what I've attained remembering my citizenship is not here. It's in heaven, and He will transform this lowly body to be like His glorious body by the same power that enables Him to subject all things to Himself. Therefore {this is why} I stand firm, rejoicing always, letting my reasonableness be known to all, with my heart and mind guarded by the peace of God because I submit all my requests to Him with thanksgiving. So whether you're gluten-free dependent, a Whole30 faithful, or a Plexus fanatic, check your motivations and your thought life around your decisions. Are you motivated by fear? Are you guilting yourself instead of enjoying the occasional special occasion? Aim to do all for His glory and live without fear. You can read Jeanne Harrison's blog here (She's the author of Loving My Lot). Now to the one who works, wages are not credited as a gift, but as an obligation. (Romans 4:4) Are you attempting to obligate God to bless you because of your works? The way to righteousness is clear and simple. TRUST. Don't depend on yourself, your strength, your ability to keep rules. Scripture says, However to the one who does not work, but trusts God who justifies the ungodly, their faith is credited as righteousness (Romans 4:5). Because it is not dependent on our works, but on our trust, we have peace with God through Jesus Christ (Romans 5:1) we stand in grace (Romans 5:2) so we can brag and boast in the hope of the glory of God (Romans 5:2) and not only in that, but in our present suffering (Romans 5:3). Why? How? Because we know even that has redemptive purpose by the Lord's grace - it creates in us attributes of godliness...like perseverance, character, and hope. (Romans 5:4) We know apart from Christ we are powerless. We have received reconciliation as a free and precious gift. (Romans 5:6) BECAUSE THIS IS TRUE we have an obligation to put to death the misdeeds of the body, to live by the Spirit. (Romans 8:13), led by Him - not into fear - but into sonship and daughtership (Romans 8:15). Sharing in His sufferings so that we may also share in His glory (Romans 8:17). KNOWING everything works together for our good because of His purpose for us (Romans 8:28). I pray you live today in a deeper understanding of the freedom that is yours in Christ.
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