We Must Not Grow Weary in Doing Good
I was blessed with three pregnancies, all of which resulted in the birth of a healthy (well, healthyish) baby boy. Some of these pregnancies were hard, especially the labors. I didn’t know how long labor could last until my third pregnancy where I was in labor for five days, in the middle of a heat wave, with a 1-year-old and a 3-year-old at home! Yes, my contractions were 3-5 minutes apart that whole time. But little did I know that the waiting for these precious babies was easy compared to what was ahead! As my pattern had proved out, by the time my third baby was about 1 year old, my heart started longing for another. The thing was, three c-sections in four years had devastated my body and it was clear that I couldn’t do that again, not any time soon at least. That was ok though, because since I was 16 years old, I’d had a heart for adoption, international adoption in particular. I think it was influenced by the time I spent with my niece when I was that age. Sh...