d e t a e h e R Coffee by Amanda Jackman Mountain of Motherhood
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od is the God of the reheated coffee in the microwave. He’s also the God of the laundry piled up in the living room. He’s the God of all our challenges and our disappointments. He’s the God of our victories and the God of our valley seasons. He reigns as our Lord and Savior through any earthly situation we may face. He’s the God of infertility. He’s the God of abundance. He is the God of His promises. As I write this article, I’m feeling extremely vulnerable. I have been feeling very sick and not quite myself lately. God has blessed my husband and me with another baby, and I am feeling full force the effects of a first trimester. This will be our sixth child in eight years. We have also experienced four miscarriages. So I’m sitting in a familiar place of pregnancy where I’ve spent the majority of the last decade of my life. My memories take me back to when I told my dad that I was pregnant for the first time at the age of 25. I was scared, terrified, and consumed with worry over whether or not I would be a good mother. He told me such a simple statement I’ve repeated over and over during the last nine years. “Every baby is a blessing.” My dad passed away the day after my oldest child was born; he didn’t get the opportunity to meet any of my five children earth side, so I’ve only heard him say it once—but it is always the first thing I hear when I see two pink lines indicating a pregnancy.
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