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I decided to write a book after the birth of my fourth child because honestly, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I had worked so hard towards my VBA3C. It seemed weird, even with four kids to not have something to work on and prepare, besides normal life. My heart was overwhelmed with God’s goodness and love for me and I knew I wanted to share more of not just my story, but I really believe this is all about Him.
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It’s Published! Brave Beautiful Birth – Trusting God Through VBAC

Brave Beautiful Birth - Trusting God Through VBAC   Hi friends! It's been awhile! I have been busy over on Facebook and Instagram and finishing up my book. And I'm so pleased to tell you it is published and available on Amazon! The reviews have been awesome so far! Some have described it as inspiring, encouraging and the BEST book. Which is such a compliment. Giving thanks to God for His incredible work in my life and the ability to pass it onto others. Maybe you feel alone on your journey. Pregnant or not, you...

Confidence

"Just in case you need a c-section, this is what we will do," the anesthesiologist told me between contractions. Politely I listened. Inside I refused to agree. I knew what they would do. I knew his job. I knew it well. He left. "I'm not here for that. I won't need him," I said out loud. I had to clear the air. I was in my zone, going with my body and he came in to talk about what ifs. Understandable. But this was MY birth room. I was here for MY birth. I didn't...

Turning Point

Have you had a turning point in your life? Where you just knew things would never, ever be the same? My water broke. My dress all wet. I threw it into the washing machine and just stood there. Looking at my familiar washing machine. That I used every day, multiple times in fact. It seemed so familiar to me, that washing machine. But what was happening to me in the moment, was not familiar. I was in labor and about to attempt what I was told not to.   As I...

My VBA3C – A Dream Come True

It was hard. One of the hardest things I had done. In more than one way. But in the hardness, it felt holy. The air was different. The sounds were different. My awareness was different, as though nothing else mattered at all on the entire earth but was happening in me and for me. Though I moaned and groaned as I felt the contractions, in my heart I sang. I sang the songs that declared His promises, that sang of His strength, His faithfulness. I sang to Him as if...

Watch Me

    I lay there with tears streaming down my face. I tried to hide them. I tried to help myself from just letting it all out. Right there in the hospital bed everything I had held within me from the last 10 months wanted to explode. Resting there, while my sister sat with me and my new baby, the depths of my heart were flooded with so many thoughts and emotions. The fears, anxieties, worries that I experienced. And then the trusting, the peace, the joy that I CHOSE before...

Great Expectations and Dirty Shoes

I was four. Big, fuzzy blonde hair and some pretty huge glasses. Frustrated because I didn't want to wear my new shoes. We were just going to take a walk up to my grandma's house. Which was seriously like 20 steps away from where we lived. The sun was shining, it was beautiful. No rain. No dirt roads. Pavement, mind you. But tears came down my face as I refused to wear these new shoes for fear of getting the bottoms dirty. Yes, it seems ridiculous, right? And it was. The bottoms...

Why Not Worship

You guys, I'm telling you. My week has been crazy. I'm not really trying to exaggerate. I'm not. Kids with colds, a baby who somehow has invisible Velcro attached to her and I go to set her down and I can't remove her from my clothing (teething?), and a loving husband who has been working 14+ hour days. And me too. Working a lot, not taking many breaks and just wanting to be upset, tired. Feeling maxed out. I try to pick up around the house, the kids help a...

What If…You KNEW You Were Loved

  I have often seen an image of a girl, sitting with a flower and plucking away the petals. I'm sure you have seen it too? "Does he love me?" This question she asks herself. She wants the answer to be yes. She so badly wants the answer to be yes. And if be no, her heart feels...