“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.
Why is it that when we get together, I’m not going to tell you that from the time you walked in, I’ve been sizing you up, unconsciously, by comparing my body, hair, and child to yours? Or that I canceled our last lunch date and told you that I was simply “cramping” when I really wanted to say that I felt like I was dying and felt all alone and wanted my mama and questioned why the good Lord had to give us cycles every month?
