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In our evening prayers these months past, my husband whispered over me...

An unprolonged wait for the desires of our hearts. Dreams coming to fruition. HIS will be done.

Think you that he was praying for our house to sell, so the purchase of our next home, one in which we will send our roots deep, would be possible? Yes, dear reader. You are right. A home. But also...

Another child. And the answer?

A second heartbeat has awakened beneath my own. My womb stretches; pushing, growing, making room. My nine-week-old little one has fingers and toes that are newly separated from each other, and facial features decidedly more human than alien-like. It has nestled in the center of my body, to be safe and protected until March.

When asked, "Where is the baby, Eliana?", she pats my tummy. Or my chest, leg; whatever is nearest her little hand. The boys tug on my arm, whispering into my ear, "May we tell?" whenever we run into someone in our little town. The postal workers, grocers, librarians, and sweaty children on rusty bikes have all heard our glorious news, from the mouths of my excited children.

Kevin and I look at each other in wonder; laughter, even. We move to Utah in five days. Our house, of course, has not sold. Yet.



Just as you cannot understand the path of the wind or the mystery of a tiny baby growing in its mother’s womb, so you cannot understand the activity of God, who does all things. (Ecclesiastes 11:5)


Limbs of a nine-week-old in the womb


He does all things. We still jump whenever the phone rings, and laughingly say to each other, "Yes! We'll take the offer! Whatever it is!" But as each day passes, and I pack away boxes of precious books and pictures to keep in storage while we live in an apartment, my trust in a God who does all things grows stronger.

So we look to other new beginnings; I shall outsmart this morning sickness with a steaming bowl of cream of wheat in the morning, accompanied by scoops of flax meal, wheat germ and brown sugar. I shall trump the exhaustion with a twenty-minute lie down in the afternoon, and whether I sleep or not, it will revive my weary bones and bring forth a smile for my family during the dinner hour.

Come Autumn. Blow in, Winter.

Spring shall bring new life. Wherever we are. For He does all things.