This week has been full of clinic hours, including a few very long ER shifts and a lot of exhausting and new information. Although I truly am enjoying what I'm learning (I did my first sutures on Monday!), I have missed this girl (and Zach) like crazy. Before school, I felt that God confirmed through many people and through Himself that He would take care of our little one throughout this process. Not that others would not be helping (their help is vital), not that I would not have time for her (I squeeze every ounce I can get), but that overall and ultimately she is not mine, but His. And if I was willing, I could have freedom in knowing that. Gosh, living out faith in the most practical every day things often feels the hardest, doesn't it?
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