Waiting Well

November 28, 2018 by sweetexpectationsbabyplanner


Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!” 

Psalm 27:14

Driving up the “hill” to the iconic Mulholland Drive today, I had a flashback to this time of year in 2008. I had just left my OB’s office, pregnant with my first baby. Dr. M had told me that there was no way I would go into labor before she left town for the holidays a week later, and that I would deliver with a sub-( I’m sure she didn’t say sub, but that’s how it registered)…

I drove up that same hill to head across Mulholland with a belly touching the steering wheel, Christmas carols playing, and tears streaming down my face. How would I be able to do this without my trusted doctor? This is not in my birth plan! How can I stand to be pregnant for another week, at least?

Well, what do you think happened? I worried and cried and tried to come up with a plan of my own to make things work out, just to go into labor naturally the next day and welcome a beautiful baby girl with my amazing doctor in the room.

Looking at the same beautiful views today, (but now with 4 babies in the backseat), I remembered God’s faithfulness; His plan. Whether giving birth to a child, a dream, or a promise from Him, the due date has been chosen. Whether I decide to trust my Father and not fret, is up to me. Yes, we can “co-labor” with the Lord, but that does not include rushing His perfect timing. If anything, my guess is that I often delay it.

In what seems to be a season of waiting in my life, I am expectant with hope and praying daily to trust God more, (AKA chill out), enjoy the goodness of now, and not try to force the expected before its time.

“For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end- it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay.”

Habakkuk 2:3

I saw this post on Instagram this week right when I needed it. Let’s not lose our minds and know we’ll be better for it!



Ready for New

December 12, 2017 by sweetexpectationsbabyplanner

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.”

Isaiah 43:18, 19

Sunday afternoon, I attended an annual Christmas party with an incredible group of moms who, due to the pulls of life and the vastness of Los Angeles, rarely see each other these days. After hours of eating and chatting, we gathered next to the tree and each shared the best and worst of 2017 and our hopes and prayer requests for the coming year. It was astounding to hear of the miraculous answered prayers from the year before, but also the heartfelt needs that continue to occur.

As we draw close to a new year, Isaiah 43 has been ringing in my ears and encouraging my heart. I want to move into 2018 with an unbridled expectation for what only God can do. Not only do I want to move past the trials of the year, but forget them and not dwell on them. What if the future that the Lord has planned is so great, that even the wonderful things that He has done in the past will not compare? In this passage, that is the message to the Israelites- their miraculous deliverance from Egypt  and into the Promised Land would pale in comparison to the redemption that was to come through the birth, death, and resurrection of Christ. God was ready to do a new thing- not a better version of what had already been done, but NEW-as in never been done before! It would far surpass expectations.

That same God wants to do something unexpected in our lives. “Now it springs up,” is even a phrase that means quickly and surprisingly. His answers and blessings can come at any moment. I don’t want to miss them or not be ready for them. I also want to remain steadfast in the waiting with a heart that is fearless.

When life is challenging or mundane, faith is the gateway to hope. In the seasons of having to be patient and wait on the Lord, often the lies that we tend to hear tell us that things won’t change,  (people, circumstances, relationships, us…). But the new thing is not just change; it is not just different- in this verse it refers to the IMPOSSIBLE. We serve the God of the extraordinary who makes ways in the wilderness and streams in the desert.

The wilderness has no path that can be seen which is often how life feels. Personally, I like a clear path. Actually, more than that- I like to see and know exactly what I am walking toward. But that doesn’t require faith… Faith is what we have in the dark and snarled forest where we take a step and pray we don’t fall or get lost. Even in the desert places, the river of life that is the Lord Himself, is there to sustain us.

Tonight in my Bible, I wrote down the things I want to forget and the impossible for which I want to believe. I can’t wait for the coming year. Perhaps it will be the best one yet; but even if it is not we know that “hope does not disappoint because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts and through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.” Romans 5:5

 The Year of the Lord’s Favor

Isaiah 61: 3

I will bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.

This Christmas, Look Up

November 28, 2017 by sweetexpectationsbabyplanner

“God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at the break of day.”

Psalm 46:5

As we enter into the Christmas season, I am always struck with the awe of thinking of Mary and what the approaching birth of Christ must have been like for her. My heart is for the unborn and for helping to prepare those who have waited for decades for a child, and mentoring those who never imagined that pregnancy would be their fate. So when I ponder young Mary, her pregnancy was incredibly both- one that had been planned from the beginning of time, yet was unexpected and scandalous. But isn’t that life?

For me, 2017 has been the best and the worst year of my life. I have seen breakthrough that I have prayed for tirelessly, (including little Haven finally walking!). Crisis has also invaded and left me quite broken, (or so I thought). What I have come to understand is that, not only is life not black and white, but it’s not all good and bad. There are really no such things as “good days” and “bad days” when you are walking with the Lord because His light is ALWAYS shining no matter how thick the darkness.

As Mary traveled to Bethlehem with the hope of a Savior in her womb, she did so unwed with stares and judgement from those who could not comprehend just how God does things… His ways are mysterious and shocking; they broaden our view of Him and keep us focused on how HE sees us and our situations.

A poignant moment in my life happened aboard a cruise ship in Alaska, of all places. I was sitting on the high deck of the boat, crushed in spirit and devastated. With my arms around my knees and my head bowed with tears, I heard the Lord say, “There is so much beauty all around you if you will only look up.” Snow capped mountains and a bald eagle flying were right in my view when I set my gaze just a bit higher.

God is in your midst- whether in a joyous or in a stressful pregnancy. Mary’s was both and she models to us that life doesn’t have to be perfect to be just as it was planned by the Almighty God ages ago. Her story is a beautiful example of obedience that gave way to life for all.

No matter your struggle, look up. Let your heartache grow into a heartbeat that becomes life for yourself, another, or both.

And Mary said:

“My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,

for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant.

From now on all generations will call me blessed,

for the Mighty One has done great things for me-

holy is his name.

His mercy extends to those who fear him,

from generation to generation.

He has performed mighty deeds with his arm;

he has scattered those who are

proud in their inmost thoughts.

He has brought down rulers from their thrones

but has lifted up the humble.

He has filled the hungry with good things

but has sent the rich away empty.

He has helped his servant Israel,

remembering to be merciful

to Abraham and his descendants forever,

just as he promised our ancestors.”

Luke 1:46-55


Seeing Clearly

April 5, 2017 by sweetexpectationsbabyplanner

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his mercies never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23

 As I snuggled with my 2-year-old in a tiny toddler bed after another long day of caring for four young children, I asked the Lord how my husband and I would get through the busy spring ahead. Should we move? Hire help? Scale back on activities?

My loving Father simply answered, “My mercies are new every morning.” I felt Him speak to my heart that, that Word applies to more than His grace and forgiveness, but also to His help- and HIS vision.

In my half-asleep state, The Lord showed me the image of a man wearing dark sunglasses that the blind wear. The verse about Jesus healing the blind man came to my mind, “The man they call Jesus made some mud and put it on my eyes. He told me to go to Siloam and wash. So I went and washed, and then I could see.” John 9:11

The Holy Spirit began to speak to my heart that, just as Jesus gave the blind man sight, He would do the same for me each day to let me see new things and also old things in a NEW way.

I needed to take off the dark glasses that I was putting on each morning, causing me to see through lenses of exhaustion, irritation, and lack. He called me to see my family, my life, and the world through HIS eyes.

“Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now am found; was blind, but now I see.”  Amazing Grace by John Newton.

As I continue in my Christian walk, I am learning that God often equips us with His Word and instruction, but then requires our action. If I want to have a new way of seeing things, I have to turn it into a practice.

Every time I feel irritated, I ask God to help me to see the good in the person or the situation.

When I begin to think of what I lack, I ask Him to show me just how much I have.

When I sink into exhaustion, I pray for supernatural energy. I even gave up my afternoon coffee and am even more energized during the kids’ dinner, bath, and bed time- that is a miracle in itself! The fast of that caffeine has also led to much better sleep at night.

Along with being able to see more clearly, God has brought practical, daily solutions out of his goodness to expand our family’s time. He is not bound by hours!

“But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.” 2 Peter 3:8

Are you seeing through dark lenses of sickness, struggle, hopelessness, or fear? Ask the Lord to heal your blind eyes and to give you miraculous sight. He doesn’t want us to drudge through life, or dread each day. We are called to live abundantly and thankfully have a God who is ready and able to help us do so.

 “But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31


A Giant Return

April 15, 2016 by sweetexpectationsbabyplanner

“A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.”

Proverbs 17:22

This is my favorite Tax Day EVER! Not because of a giant return of funds, (though I am very thankful for a good one), but for a giant return of HEALTH for our sweet Haven. At her follow-up appointment with the Pediatric Pulmonologist 1 week after she came home from the hospital, he gave us a plan with breathing treatments and quarantine to help her lungs to heal and keep her from catching any more illnesses. He told us that if we could make it to “Tax Day” without her getting sick again, it would be ideal, since it marks the end of RSV season in Los Angeles. April 15th has been in my sights since February, and by the grace of God, wonderful care for our daughter by doctors, and your many prayers, we have made it and she has not been sick once!

I wrote a lot about fear and the faith to get through it while in the hospital. The fear was a constant battle for me when we came home, too. I am a “germ-a-phobe” as it is, but suddenly I saw every person, place, and thing as a germy threat to my fragile baby. I spent a fortune on every form of sanitizer to keep in the house, diaper bag, car, and stroller. Grandparents flew in to stay for a while and then I hired babysitters to keep Haven from going anywhere for weeks. She has been limited to only “fresh air” activities since we began to take her out at all, (thank goodness for SoCal weather!), and no visitors have come through our door for playdates. Her brothers and sister even had a horrible “no going near Haven” rule in effect. These extreme measures were ordered by her doctors and we did not hesitate to follow them.

I have learned a lot in this season about what it means to seek wise counsel and follow it, and then joyfully rest in the care of the Lord. When my son had a nasty cold, my first reaction was panic- but as the Proverb says, a crushed spirit would dry up my bones. Giving in to fear would keep me from the joy of my baby’s healing and homecoming. I had to keep a cheerful heart and not forget what the Lord had brought us through- for it was good medicine.

Experiencing hardships also teaches us so much about contentment. When Haven was initially diagnosed with Hypotonia, I was very upset and worried about her reaching her milestones. After almost losing her, I am so happy she’s alive that I am not concerned with when she will crawl; nor do I feel overwhelmed with physical, occupational, and developmental therapy appointments 3 days a week. I faced the “what could have been” which makes the “what is” so much sweeter.

My prayer for all who read this is that what you have endured will cause you look behind you at how the Lord has helped you to prevail, and that recounting His goodness will strengthen your faith and give you joy in today’s challenges. Perspective is so powerful.

So on this Tax Day, we’re partying! God is faithful. His promises never return void.


Faith in the Fear

February 3, 2016 by sweetexpectationsbabyplanner

“I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.’” Psalm 91:1

I read these words in a frantic whisper as the noise of twenty people saving a baby’s life swirled around me with “code white, code white, code white” ringing in my ears and overhead. The baby was mine and so was the terror- a fear like I had never felt; where I shook from the inside out and struggled to breathe; where I tried not to imagine a world without my Haven.

“God save my baby. Jesus heal my baby. Please don’t take her. Please don’t take her.”

When you are lying on the hospital floor, desperate and afraid, you find out where you put your trust. As amazing as the doctors, nurses, and respiratory therapists were who performed an emergency intubation on Haven when her lung collapsed, I knew the only One in control was my Father- Haven’s Father- our Father. He moved through the medical team to provide breath in my sweet baby’s lungs.

The doctor gave me news that she was stable, but sedated and on a ventilator and that the team would be working on her settings for a while. The hospital chaplain put her arm around me as the shaking subsided and I read Psalm 91 over and over again until my husband came running through the door.

‘Because she loves me,’ says the Lord, ‘ I will rescue her; I will protect her, for she acknowledges my name.

She will call on me and I will answer her;

I will be with her in trouble,

I will deliver her and honor her.

With long life I will satisfy her and show her my salvation.’”

After that, I remember looking at the ceiling… and waking up in the middle of the PICU busy-ness four hours later. When I handed my trust over to the Lord to save my baby, and to my husband to keep watch of her, my body rested without my even giving it permission.

The three days that Haven was intubated and sedated were long and empty as I stayed by her side, yet with no interaction from my fun baby girl. She had a PICC line inserted, IV’s and tubes- the sight of her hurt my heart.


The doctors urged us to run tests to rule out underlying reasons for her Hypotonia that could be leading to a weak cough, and thus the hospitalizations. This is when the fear became even worse for me. In my fragile state, I felt I couldn’t handle hearing that anything else was wrong with my baby. I didn’t want to test for anything- “let’s only deal with the task at hand for now.” Thankfully, through the wise counsel of doctors, nurses, and my husband, we started the process of elimination. Our Pediatric Intensivist wrote what we were dealing with on the window:

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First she had an Echocardiogram. Her heart looked beautiful, (Praise God!), but a bronchioscope was needed to rule out a possible problem with the aorta. All clear!  Her leg with the PICC line became cold and so an ultrasound was needed to look for a blood clot. Nothing to see! The Echocardiogram revealed a huge cyst on her abdomen. Many prayed with us that it would be healed and gone when she had her CT Scan…


Guess what? The cyst that we have documented photos of WAS NOT THERE. The radiologist, PICU Intensivist, and GI Specialist had no other explanation than the fact that it was gone. I enjoyed telling the radiologist that we had prayed for it to disappear. “Well, ‘somebody’ heard your prayers,” he replied.

In the middle of the storm, we witnessed a true miracle- one for which we give Jesus ALL of the glory! We also experienced His love through an unbelievable outpouring of care, concern, generosity, and encouragement from family, friends, and even people we don’t know. It continues to be emotional and humbling to witness the goodness of others. I will never forget what has been done for us.

It took three days for Haven to really come out of the blur of the sedation and she was given a neurological exam and swallow test and had blood drawn and sent to genetics in regard to her muscles. With each test she passed, I exhaled and took another breath to keep running this race of endurance. There was no need to fear. God is bigger than any test or ailment, and no one could tell me anything that would make me love my Haven Elizabeth any less.

Seeing her so lethargic was worrisome, so we made a timeline of what she had endured. I could hardly stand to remember that she had vomited for 10 days straight and was not able to eat for the two days prior to her intubation due to her intensely rapid breathing. Though she had IV fluids a lot of that time, she was malnourished and so  weak.

Cuddles, nursing, and food gave way to the bubbly Haven we know so well, and smiles on all of our faces.


Living in the PICU for eleven strenuous days, we became part of a family of incredible caregivers who truly blessed our lives in an intense and unique way. We are forever grateful to them. On January 29th we tearfully said goodbye, and Haven’s homecoming was joyous. Our older three children cheered as she came through the door.

While in the hospital, I had thought a lot about a family that I don’t know but have prayed for since 2013- a baby born with many illnesses who has spent an equal amount of his life in the hospital as he has at home. He was intubated at the same time as Haven all the way across the country. The day that we  brought Haven home, Mason went home to be with Jesus.

Why do I get to rejoice while another mother mourns? I don’t think I will ever know the answer on this side of heaven, but the impact that both babies have had on my life is even more than I can process right now. I will never be the same.

Thank you for all of your love and for being Christ’s hands and feet for our family. God has shown His incredible grace and mercy to us in so many ways and through so many faithful servants.

“I always thank God for you because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus. For in him you have been enriched in every way- in all your speaking and in all your knowledge- because our testimony about Christ was confirmed in you. Therefore you do not lack any spiritual gift as you eagerly wait for our Lord Jesus Christ to be revealed. He will keep you strong to the end, so that you will be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ. God, who has called you into fellowship with his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, is faithful.” I Corinthians 1:4-9

The Power of Weakness

January 15, 2016 by sweetexpectationsbabyplanner

“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.”

Isaiah 40:29

I’ve often heard moms say that motherhood is like having your heart walk around outside of your body. Quite honestly, I think that is a bit cheesy, but this past month it kind of sums up exactly how I have felt about my baby girl. In December, a common cold developed into acute bronchiolitis and pneumonia and she was in the hospital for four days. Carrying her into the hospital as she threw up and went limp on my shoulder trying to breathe through her aching airways and then watching her pain as she was poked with needles was physically painful for me. Thankfully, she healed and enjoyed a wonderful Christmas season with her family.

Tuesday though, she was admitted into the PICU again- this time with RSV. Walking back through those doors with my very sick baby almost overcame me. “How could this be happening again? We have been more careful than ever before about germs. God, we pray for her health daily?”

As I watched the oxygen, breathing treatments, and fluids flow into my baby and saw her seem to get weaker, my mind was screaming, “why are these things not helping her?!” Another day went by where she got worse. I sobbed and cried out to the Lord asking why He was not healing my sweet baby.

The Holy Spirit instructed me that, just as the fluids, oxygen and medications seemed to not be doing their jobs, they were. I just couldn’t see it; and the same was true with God. He WAS healing her and was there with her. I just couldn’t see His breath flowing into her lungs and His life pouring into her veins.

It was then that I surrendered, gave her fully into His care, and when she awoke from a nap on my vomit and tear stained chest, this baby…


…gave way to this one.


Due to her hypotonia, Haven is in developmental, physical, and occupational therapies. Her teacher told me in December that she needed to be doing “nursery tricks” by now. Doing what??? ”Blowing kisses, playing peekaboo, song hand motion mimics, something like that,” she explained.

Well, right after the above picture was taken, my sick and lethargic baby made an “itsy bitsy spider climb up the water spout” with her fingers while I sang to her. I’ve never been so excited to see a spider in all my life!

The next day while still in the hospital, she pushed up higher than ever before. After 5 days of vomiting every feed, she showed her greatest strength.


But that’s God.

That’s what He wants to do with us when we are emptied- fill us with His strength as a testimony of what faith can do.

I am happy to report that we are snuggled up at home now. Will you continue to pray for our Haven Elizabeth? Her name means “sanctuary consecrated to God” and we want to see her little body strong and healthy to live a life for the Lord.

May your weariness  lead you to more reliance on the One who will give you power.

From Miss America to Motherhood

September 13, 2015 by sweetexpectationsbabyplanner

“They lay their crowns before the throne and say, ‘You are worthy, our Lord and God to receive glory and honor and power, for you created all things and by your will they were created and have their being.’ “

Revelation 4:10,11

Tonight is the 95th Miss America Pageant and I can’t wait to watch! I competed as Miss Mississippi for the 2004 crown. Though I did not win, I made lifelong friends. Now, I know, that sentiment is often spoken with a smile in the grace of a beauty queen to her fans, but I really mean it.

The Misses from Alabama, Louisiana, Tennessee, Maryland, New York, Mississippi, Georgia, and Michigan could always be found together at Boardwalk Hall laughing and dreaming during rehearsals. The night of the pageant, several of us were tearfully eating pizza backstage after not being named finalists.

Upon returning to our states, we set up an email group to keep in touch. Our correspondence began with discussing our adventures as state title holders, who we were dating, and later marrying. Marriage gave way to babies- and miscarriages, and infertility, and cancer among us.

Life became more real and so did our bond.

I write this today to emphasize the power of having other mothers in your life with whom you can be raw and real on this motherhood journey.

The irony of our pageant sisterhood is that we had to shed the perfection to grow into mothers and have been able to do so together. We had to lay down our crowns and allow the Lord to do His work in us and in our families.

We have grieved the losses of miscarried babies, believed through years of infertility, and celebrated the births of 22- you read that right- TWENTY TWO children among us.

When Miss Maryland’s daughter fought and WON against cancer last year, we rejoiced in our God’s healing power and hugged our healthy babies a bit tighter.

We email about breast-feeding, teething, potty-training, and losing the baby weight, (as you can imagine 8 former state swimsuit winners might). More importantly, we pray for and encourage each other. We go months without contact due to our busy lives and then pick right back up again with 30 excited text messages the morning of the 2016 Miss America Pageant.

As we transition from the more glamorous to perhaps the grittier seasons of life, it is such a blessing to do so with others. As our group has found, there is more beauty in our lives now than was on that stage in Atlantic City over a decade ago.

Motherhood is a former of bonds and the great equalizer. It makes mentors and students of us. It allows us to speak with those we might not otherwise, and learn from those we admired from afar.

When I moved to Los Angeles and was pregnant with my first child, Miss Mississippi 1977 Mary Haskell and her family threw a baby shower for my husband and me and were the first to visit us at the hospital while our family flew across the nation.

When I performed at the Miss Mississippi Pageant in 2012 pregnant with my third child, I spent hours chatting backstage with Miss Mississippi 1962 Chalie Ray about being moms and the Lord’s provision.

Tonight I will watch the Miss America Pageant on ABC, (just a shameless plug there!), nursing, wearing pajamas, and eating ice cream while I cheer for Miss Mississippi Hannah Roberts.

For me, the gowns and the jewels are sweet memories now.  Many of the dreams of my youth were not realized while others have fulfilled me beyond what I could have imagined. I’ve learned that we must walk the path the Lord has set for us without our own notions of the destination.

My time in Atlantic City resulted in amazing opportunities to perform and train through scholarships and experiences, but more importantly, it brought me into a sisterhood of women who help me to strive to become a woman of noble character.

She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise”

Proverbs 31: 25-31


What is Life Worth?

July 21, 2015 by sweetexpectationsbabyplanner

“See how the precious children of Jerusalem, worth their weight in fine gold, are now treated like pots of clay made by a common potter.” Lamentations 4:2

My heart has always been heavy for the unborn and for the mothers who choose to abort them. I find myself in tears every time that the issue is brought back into the public forum for debate. To me, the topic of abortion is not about politics, religion, or rights. It is about worth.

As a society, we are constantly sizing up each other’s worth- whether in beauty, wealth, talent, or intellect. It drives how we see and treat people and creates a culture that thrives on titles, possessions, and appearances. This week as I prayed continuously about how to effectively advocate for the tiniest of babies, I realized a great factor in why abortion is still happening even with ultrasounds showing us beating hearts and wiggling arms and legs- it comes down to worth.

You see, for the baby who is unplanned and will seemingly be a great burden, embarrassment, and inconvenience, he or she is worth little- so little that it seems worthwhile to the mother to abort.

But what about the mother who just had her third miscarriage and lost another baby she was desperate to hold? That child was worth more than any possession or dream. A monetary value couldn’t be placed on that little life as the mother weeps while she bleeds and feels a part of her slipping away beyond her control.

And the couple who can’t conceive without medical assistance? Using their life savings for IVF is not even a second thought when the plus sign appears on the pregnancy test. That baby is worth every penny; every sacrifice.

So why do we allow circumstances to change the value and worth of life? And yes- we know that “it” is life. When there are body parts being distributed, there is no longer an argument that can stand.

It begins with the mother and her feeling of worth. Oh, if only the woman who is terrified and overwhelmed knew how much her Father in heaven loves and treasures her. Even when everyone around her calls her worthless- if she had the assurance of her Creator, she would not only stand firm in her worth, but also her baby’s.

The path to life in every way is in Jesus Christ. His love and sacrifice allow us to move past our sins and into the loving arms of God. Because of Jesus, the Lord’s view of our worth does not change according to our circumstances. We are created in His image and worth more than we can comprehend. We are all sons and daughters of our Heavenly Father.

So as believers, we need to pray for those in desperate situations to realize their worth and their babies’.

As Christ’s hands and feet we need to value others.

As mothers, we need to intercede for the unborn and do all we can to come alongside those who choose life and need help.

As those who have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, we need to have mercy on the mothers who have had abortions and show them the healing that can only be found in Christ.

Is choosing life worth the cost of losing a reputation, job, relationship, or worse? I can assure you that whatever is taken away, the Lord will replace with joy and peace that is worth far more than anything that this world can give.

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You Hold My Head Up

April 2, 2015 by sweetexpectationsbabyplanner

Morning light is flooding in and loud toddler voices echo from the kitchen as I rub my eyes after a very sleepless night. My sweet newborn just could not get comfortable and needed me to take care of her in every way. She can do nothing for herself- she can’t even hold her head up on her own.

God wants us to be like newborns.

He wants us to surrender to Him. When we feel we can’t hold our heads up, we should ask Him to support us.

When we are uncomfortable, we should ache for His comfort.

When we can’t sleep, we should cry out to Him to be our confidant in the dark of night.

“As a mother comforts her child, so I will comfort you.” Isaiah 66:13

I often look to the world for comfort- in fun times, material items, music, friendships… but true strength and comfort come from the Lord. Jesus exemplified turning to the Father for all He needed when faced with injustice, torture, and death. He didn’t only ask for relief, though, He surrendered to what faced Him.

“Jesus prayed, ‘Father, if You are willing, take this cup from Me; yet not My will, but Yours be done.’ An angel from heaven appeared to Him and strengthened Him.” Luke 22: 42-43

Pastor Leaf Zwerling of The Shepherd’s House wrote a wonderful devotional this Holy Week about surrender. The last paragraph truly spoke to me as it turns the world’s logic on its head:

“If you are looking for more strength to handle your family responsibilities, try serving them more. If you need strength to endure your grueling and unrewarding job, try looking for ways to be a greater blessing where you work. And if strength in your faith is what you seek, try surrendering your definitions and desires as to what that looks like, by getting low, seeking the father, and finding fulfillment in His will. Allow James 4:10 to be your strength source formula, ‘Humble yourself in the sight of the Lord and he will lift you up.’”

Precious blue eyes are looking into mine right now, trusting that I will take care of her as she rests in my arms.

Gaze upon the Father, trust in His goodness, and rest in His loving arms.