“Lord, I don’t know what Your will is, but I don’t want to have a baby right now. Not like this, Lord. Not like this.”
It wasn’t until a few weeks later that I discovered a musty smell coming from underneath our kitchen cabinets. I knew I smelled the beginning stages of mold.
With me being pregnant and having small kiddos, I knew it was only a matter of time before things could possibly escalate into a dangerous situation.
My one-year-old daughter quickly brought my dramatic display of despair to an end. I needed to get up and keep going. I’d have a moment to cry when my kids went to sleep.
If you’re curious to know how the last six months of my life have fared, join the adventurous journey by reading along. It’s been…. ”interesting” to say the least.
In late December of 2020, my husband and I wrote out our visions, placed them on four large whiteboards, and hung them up in our office. I took the extra step of typing them, printing them, and laminating them to be fully displayed in our kitchen for a constant reminder.
Being a new Christian herself, Margaret thought Jae would be elated to experience what she was experiencing, which was a multi-ethnic church filled with great theology, worship, bible study programs, and even a superb children’s ministry. She thought that maybe there was one thing bothering Jae about the church, and she needed to ask. “Are you tired of being around white people Jae?” she asked.
