A New Name

A New Name

It's no secret that my family was a mess.

I say "was" because God has redeemed so much of that story. But sometimes when I remember things from my childhood, I have a hard time seeing which way was up. I have written about some of that here. It's a story that needs to be shared...one day. But until then, just know I was the kid in school who grew up in a broken home and it was pretty messy.

But then I got married, and I got a new name.

It was a new chance to break generational cycles that just seemed to continue to repeat themselves. The new name I took, wasn't without flaw, but it was full of promise. And I gladly took my husband's name, because we were building something new together. I needed a new name, a new start.

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The Best Baby Lotion Ever!

The Best Baby Lotion Ever!

My children have really bad eczema. My daughter’s used to get so bad in the winter sometimes she would be miserable. I tried every type of cream, lotion, and steroid. I took her completely off of dairy. And that was hard, because the girl can down some yogurt. I tried just about everything. On her first birthday, a friend gave us this lotion as her present. It has been the only thing that clears up her eczema! My babies also have brown skin, so me loving them well is making sure their skin stays nice and moisturized.

Our pediatrician always comments on how nice their skin is and I can’t tell you how many African American friends give us complements. During one of Micah’s hospital stays, I ended up giving the nurse our lotion because she wouldn’t stop talking about how wonderful it was! Our pediatrician tells me I should bottle it up and sell it! But who has time for that?

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Waiting For Healing

Waiting For Healing

I have two beautiful children. They are both answers to hundreds of prayers. I remember watching mamas put their babies in car seats at the grocery store and wishing so much that one day I would get to do that simple thing. My kids at school would sometimes slip up and call me "Mama." They would cover their mouth real fast and with a wide grin, say, "I mean, Mrs. Satterfield." But hearing someone call me "Mama" was a longing that stretched to the depth of my heart. Now, every morning I wake to that sweet calling. That name echoes through the baby monitor that sits on my nightstand.

Their stories, the way my children came home to us, are nothing short of miracles. The very same night we decided to start our adoption journey, a man from our church whom we had never met, gave us a check for 10,000 dollars. This was one of the many miracles that brought them home. I still tear up thinking about how God calmed every one of our fears and supplied all of our needs. He sets the lonely in families and when He does, years of brokenness fade into beauty.

He has answered my prayer to be a mama in the most beautiful story. I love all of the parts. I can't imagine our family without those two precious ones sleeping upstairs. This what I'm about to tell you isn't about them. It's about another prayer that I've prayed for years, that God still hasn't answered.

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