Last week, Andrew and I gave our baby a name :Orison. I can't describe the bittersweet relief that came with doing this. I had had such a hard time thinking that we could ever name a child we have in the future the same names we had picked out for this baby. It felt like we would have been denying this child's realness. But now that Orison has a name, I feel lighter, closer to being healed than I did before.
And I am learning so much about God's grace, and my inability to fathom all that He is. And too, I am learning that good ol' hymns tend to speak to me so much more than contemporary praise and worship-style music. The old soul within me is awakening. I feel a little bit like Rip Van Winkle, waking up after a long, much-needed rest, and ready to learn all that I've been missing.
On a semi-unrelated note, K State is checking Andrew's references. Say a little prayer for us?
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*fingers crossed*! [well, not actually because then it would be impossible to type ;-]....*prayers wispered*
on a different note - I love you tremedously. Thank you for writing these things. love - sj
You inspire me. I'll be praying.
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