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I didn’t ask for this.
I didn’t ask to wake up tired, spending body and soul for little ones who will never be able to thank me for what I’ve done.
I didn’t ask to live with a man who can’t read my mind.
To fight my mom every day about boyfriends and whether I should quit playing violin or running on the cross country team. (You were right. I’m so glad I didn’t.)
I never asked to walk with women so different from me, to see friendships come and go, to try and fail to connect in this season of trench warfare we call parenting.

But then...
I didn’t ask for tiny smiles and tiny toes, blown kisses and teachable hearts, and more imagination than I knew a kid could have.
I didn’t dream the man I married would know me and serve me better every day, that I’d get the honor of being his champion while he grows into the man God’s called him to be.
How could I know my mama would power me through childbirth just as she cheered me and strengthened me through every high school race I ran, and love my children as fiercely (and with as many adventures) as she did her own?
And I couldn’t have guessed these women in my life would shepherd my heart, teach me the love of Christ, listen to my crazy ideas, allow me to bear their burdens with them, and lay down their lives for me.

I didn’t ask for this.
How could I? God’s grace to me in motherhood, marriage, daughterhood, sisterhood is so much more than I could’ve asked for. I couldn’t be more grateful for my Mom, my own kids, husband Andy, and my sisters mothering alongside me and mothering my heart as we chase Jesus together. I wouldn’t be the same without you. Every challenge is worth every bit of joy I know with you.

If today’s painful for you, know I’ve been praying for you. Jesus sees your tears and is so near. And God offers the ability to mother and be mothered in our church community, so I pray that for you ladies as well.
Happy Mother’s Day, loves.

Finally, God’s given us our boy! Jonathan Alastair Craig came to meet us Monday 4/1 at 4:27am. He was 8lb 15oz & 21inches. Labor was smooth, and we are happy, healthy, and grateful to be home!

God made his brain a little different, with fewer connections between hemispheres (called partial agenesis of the corpus callosum or PACC), which can cause developmental delays. With the help of his doctor we’re keeping an eye on his development, and we are extra thankful he’s doing everything right on target!

His big brothers love him. Toby told baby “I’m gonna keep you” this morning, but Elliott’s a little pouty about not being the baby anymore! Special thanks to our parents for loving our boys and helping us through this crazy time! We couldn’t do this without you.

“Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.”
Isaiah 43:19 (ESV)

My heart needed to know that winter was gone. That today, we no longer claim now as a season of darkness, cold, stillness, waiting. Christ made a way of flourishing in the desert of our souls. Today, we claim wild blooms, crazy plans, and new life, forever.
Happy Spring, sisters. 📸: @amberlowephoto

"She is clothed in strength and dignity; she laughs without fear for the future." Proverbs 31:25

God has been utterly transforming my idea of where joy, hope, peace come from lately. With this pregnancy we've been on a roller coaster of fear, grief, and unknowns about baby's health. Not to mention the universal challenge of being pregnant and chasing two crazy toddlers around all day.

I wanted to combat that darkness, but I got it all wrong. When we had to reschedule this maternity session, I confess: I cried. Maybe because of hormones (the struggle is real) but also, I’d lost my way a bit. I thought celebrating this baby meant buying little onesies and taking maternity photos. Proving to the world, and to myself, that my child and I mattered.

But God revealed something to me: Only He can bring value to my child’s life and joy to my pregnancy. Or to any season of life for that matter. Trusting the new life he gives forever at the cross - THAT gives me hope! Trusting that God is bigger than any grief or sorrow that I fear will crush me, and that he walks with me in that grief.

The fact that I’m never alone in this process, that the creator of the universe dares to draw me near, that I am HIS: This is what clothes me in strength and dignity, giving me hope to laugh and rejoice at whatever God may do in the future.

Where is God calling you to step out in faith today?