Lets just recap this summer for a second...
May 1st: We close on a house.
May 28th: God challenges us to live a life of no fear.
May 29th : Brian loses his job.
June 1st: We consider putting the house on the market.
June 15th: We remember we to not be afraid.
June 20: We move into our house.
July 5th: I get sick, with no insurance.
July 22nd: We almost move to Oklahoma- we don't.
August 15th: Brian has his first day at the job we've prayed for all summer.
Between the big highlights, our summer is littered with impossible hope, unspeakable joy, and abundant peace. God has spoken so clearly, so many times. It has been the most unexpected and life giving time of our lives. We don't wish away any moment of the last few months, we are stronger for it, and better for it.
Every moment of anxiety, every tear, every butterfly in our stomach, has been completely eclipsed by these moments:
When I took Brian by the water to our secret spot to tell him that I was not sick, I was pregnant.
"what... really... but I don't have a job... my God, this is a blessing..."
When we stayed up through the night in awe- laughing and holding each other realizing there were 3 of us in the room.
When we heard the most perfect song that ever existed- sweet baby's heartbeat.
When baby danced for us on the sonogram, hands flailing and legs kicking.
We really don't know what to expect, God's call to us to "not live a life of fear" is our anthem. Every day. Every hour. We are undeserving of every drop of grace we have received, and yet here beneath my hand, in my belly is an angel. Our summer's joy.
Amongst the excitement has been a revival in our faith, and an immense appreciation for our community. We consider ourselves a small part of a grand "we". For the people we see every day, who celebrate with us and cry with us, for those who raise hands with us and call us family ... it is the greatest honor to bring a baby into this crazy village we have gathered.
So here we go sweet baby Boitmann. Mommy, daddy, and our entire tribe can't wait to meet you in March!
Happy stories, sad stories, dramatic, sorrowful, and joyous stories- every story is a love story... and here are some of mine.