Every morning felt like a race I was already losing. At thirty-six, with a three-year-old tugging at my jeans and a baby on my hip, my days were a blur of spilled milk, endless laundry, and trying to make…
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As a kid who lived on the streets of Uganda for almost five years, I know what it feels like to grow up in a world where love, caring, and kindness are nowhere to be found. But I was…
When we first married, I was on birth control but because of persistent headaches, I had to stop. We felt this must be God’s timing for having a baby. Seth even had a dream that we would have twins.…