So go ahead, take a deep breath and tell me: what is the story that you have to tell?
What story do I have to tell?
A story of wanting to care for women and young families and staying flexible when job titles and approaches had to change. Of discovering a love for teaching and a mission to teach nursing students to treat women with compassion and dignity, to believe in the inherent power in their bodies, their ability to birth well and nourish their babies from their bodies if they desire. Of discerning that your call and vocation may be primarily at home for awhile.
A story of a great love found young and cared for and cherished through years of separation and discernment, finding its way to a marriage almost a decade old now. A story of waiting and wishing for littles and the great blessing and craziness of mothering, of stretching and growing and learning as they learn & grow, testing the ground and you. Of learning how to remain true to yourself as you die to self, of A-framing as spouses as you learn to parent together.
A story of grace and love, of prayers and praises, of God's strengthening and sustaining love.
That is the story I have to tell.
A story of grace and love, of prayers and praises, of God's strengthening and sustaining love.
That is the story I have to tell.
This is beautiful Joy - it gives me chills and puts a smile on my face and in my heart.
ReplyDeleteI only echo Rebecca, this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhat R&R said!
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