As you can see from the snippet below, the response was overwhelming:

I am 100% in support of utilizing social media to vent among trusted friends, solicit the "hive mind" to problem solve an issue, or ask for prayers when things seem "too much."

However, I ALSO believe it is important to recognize the many ways God is good to us as a means to bolster others who are struggling.  We need these reminders of God's goodness, so please, don't be afraid to share that joy with others.  Many women on that thread responded that they "needed to hear this" or that they were "glad to be reminded" of God's Faithfulness.  Praising God openly and without shame is salve to the weary soul.

As always, God is good.  Drop your own Praise Posts in the comments or link back to your blogs so I can multiply the joy!

Being only a few weeks PP, I wanted to catalog what I've found helpful while it's all still fresh in my mind.  Most of these items are likely things you already have!

I'll break the list down into 3 categories:  Hospital/Recovery, Breastfeeding, Basics

Hospital/Recovery

These items are those things you'll want both in your hospital bag as well as stocked for use at home.  While most hospitals provide some of these items, the quality is frustratingly low and you don't want to be struggling with ripped mesh panties while you're juggling utter exhaustion, blinding pain, and ah yes... an hours-old newborn.

• Always Boutique Disposable Underwear: If you get nothing else, get these. The mesh panties they give you in the hospital are exactly that... mesh panties.  They expect you to stuff those panties with an oversized maxi-pad that cannot adhere to the mesh panties properly.  There's no guarantee the mesh panties will be sized correctly (because they tend to be "one size fits most").  These disposable panties remove the frustration.  They have built-in pads, can be selected in an appropriate size, and can be easily removed to change into fresh ones.  They're comfortable and can also be worn under normal clothes once you leave the hospital.  I bought two packs, but only ended up needing one.  My PP bleeding was heavy enough to warrant these for about a week, at which point I swapped to my regular maxi-pads.  These disposables discreetly and comfortably wicked away VERY heavy bleeding and large clots.  Get these (or something similar).  You'll be glad you did.
• Comfy PJ Bottoms:  These are the exact pants I purchased not only for use in the 3rd trimester, but for use in the hospital and throughout postpartum recovery.  They are soft, stretchy, lightweight, and ULTRA COMFY.  I'd had a gown for my last birth, but realized quickly that pants are significantly more comfortable overall.  Hospitals can get cold, and who wants to bother with shaving postpartum?  Get the pants.  If you already have a pair, awesome.  I only ended up needing one pair in the hospital, but I purchased two pairs so I could rotate at home.
• Comfortable Bras:  I'm normally a 38DDD, so I *ABHOR* bras without good support.  I also abhor bras that don't have a foam cup.  However, as a postpartum nursing mom, I can't be dealing with wires or molded cups.  I found these super cheap Hanes bras to be TOTAL lifesavers, and since they're so cheap, I was able to purchase four of them (because honey, you're gonna leak, regardless of if you breastfeed or not).  These are super stretchy and the 2X size fits my gargantuan breasts even while they're engorged.  They also stretch to support a breast pump or milk collection device (but more on that in the breastfeeding section).  Your boobs (and sanity) will thank you.  Even if you don't plan to nurse, a comfortable bra like this will help tremendously as your milk dries up.
• Comfortable Robe:  So I have a couple robes, but this one is far and away my favorite.  It's lightweight but warm, the ties are attached so they don't get tangled or lost, it's cute, and it quickly covers me when necessary.  As a newly postpartum mom, I'm topless 99.9% of the time, so having the robe on hand to close over myself is useful.
• Nursing Pillow:  Even if you have zero plans to nurse, having this style pillow is a lifesaver for your back, neck and arms.  Even when I'm not nursing my kids, I like using this as extra support while holding them, and God knows I've used it as a makeshift neck pillow while waiting for them to fall asleep on more than one occasion.
• Slippers or slipper socks:  The ones they give you in the hospital suck, and you will want SOMETHING to wear on your feet as you move about the hospital room.  When you get home, you'll want the same.  I suggest anything with grips since hospital floors are slick and you'll likely be wobbly from pain/medication.

Breastfeeding

• Comfortable bras and a comfy robe.  They deserve to be noted twice.  Get them.
• Lansinoh Gel Pads:  I went through 6 sets (12 pads) in the first two weeks as my nipples adjusted to my champion nurser.  I cannot recommend these bad boys enough.  Be warned, however, that they do NOT protect you against leakage; they're strictly for soothing and protecting your nipples (which will absolutely be screaming bloody murder).  
  • Side note:  If you're new to breastfeeding, give your body 2 weeks to adjust to what I call "fire nips."  I'd like to smack all the "professionals" who swear that the "perfect latch" should cause no pain, but that's utter bull.  Nipples are sensitive and just aren't used to being chowed down on 24/7.  I've nursed three children (oldest for 3 years, middle for 3.5 years and God only knows how long with my newest) and I can confidently tell you that YES, it's going to hurt as your body adjusts.  I'm grateful that I was warned of that pain, because if I'd only heard that "Pain means you're doing it wrong," I would've given up.  Don't give up.  Keep trying and recognize that your nipples need time to adjust.  These pads will help.
• Haakaa Milk Collectors:  These suckers are AWESOME!!!  I have both the ladybug style (linked) and the handheld version.  The ladybug style is superior and truly hands-free.  So far, each time I nurse, I'm able to collect at least an ounce (sometimes two!) from the breast he's not nursing from.  By the end of the day, I can fill a 5oz bottle just from the Haakaa collections!
  • Side note: Because this breastmilk is collected during leaking, it's all foremilk.  For new breastfeeding moms, there's a difference between foremilk and hindmilk.  Foremilk is basically a thirst quencher for babies whereas hindmilk is higher in fat content and nutrients.  I label my Haakaa collection bottles differently than I do my pumped bottles for this purpose.  If I were to try feeding my son just the Haakaa milk, he'd be fussy because he didn't get much of a meal.  Instead, I use Haakaa milk to either top off expressed bottles or as "snacks" between nursings if he seems hungrier than usual.
• Extra Covers for Nursing Pillow:  Again, it's no secret that I prefer the Boppy style nursing pillow.  I've had the same one since my oldest was born 12 years ago (and it's still like-new).  However, whatever style pillow you prefer, get extra covers because leaking, spit up and blow-outs are now your reality.  If you'd rather not spring for slipcovers, just have some extra towels/blankets on hand.  Those work, too!
• Bigger Flanges for Breast Pump:  Pumps come with flanges that fit the median breast, but if the pump is causing you pain, it's possible the flange provided is either too big or too small.  In my case, they were woefully inadequate and I needed to size up.  Letting all you first timers out there know that other sizes do exist and you're not stuck with what comes standard.
  • Breast Pumps are available through insurance providers and I highly recommend getting one.  I have two (one from my last pregnancy and now one from this one).  I plan to keep one at home and bring one to work when I go back.  I can do a whole post on breastfeeding basics, but rest assured that even if you're nursing around the clock (like I am) having a pump to express and build up supply is super useful, especially if you want to go back to work but still provide breastmilk.

Basics
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• Journal: If you're someone who, like me, likes to jot things down to either help you process things or remember tidbits of information to re-savor later, have a journal (and pen) on hand.
• Hydration: I'm always dehydrated because I hate drinking.  I've always been like that and no, I have no idea why.  Regardless, have yourself a trusty canteen/tumbler/cup with you at all times.  You will need it, because your body is churning through any and all liquids with lightning speed.  Also, hydration aids in healing.  Luckily for me, I was gifted a really cool double walled tumbler with a straw that I love.  It's made staying hydrated much easier.
• Easy, Healthy Snacks: After you leave the hospital, snacks are your best friend. You'll want quick, easy, one-handed, and healthy.  When putting together PP gifts for friends, I tend to include the following:
  • Milk Chocolate Covered Espresso Beans (delicious and good for a quick boost of energy)
  • KIND Bars, LaraBars, and PROBars (for either meals on the go or meals when the idea of cooking anything actually makes you contemplate seppuku)
  • Fruit Leather (healthy, sweet, fast and fun)
• Sleep Mask:  You WILL be napping during the day and will be grateful to block out the sun. The linked ones come in a two pack (for both mom AND dad!)
• Body Wipes:  For when exhaustion takes hold and you just can't physically drag yourself to the shower, these will help.
• Wisps:  Throw these into your diaper bag/purse because I can promise you there WILL be mornings you forget to brush your teeth.

I have personally used these items and have frequently put together postpartum baskets for new parents that include them.  This is not an exhaustive list, nor does it include things like Tucks Wipes, a belly band or peri-bottles (because the hospitals provide those for you). 

We're often so preoccupied with making sure we have everything for the new baby that we neglect to make sure we've got things for ourselves.  Take a little time to focus on you so that you can better focus on baby.

That's why this list focuses on things that the postpartum MOTHER needs most, and are often overlooked.  I hope it helps new moms (and dads looking for things to support moms).  Speaking of dads, I'll be dedicating my next entry to you, because you are frankly the most important part of her postpartum survival kit!  <3  But more on that soon.

Anyhow, if there are things YOU have found personally helpful, please drop a link in the comments.  Would love to learn from other moms what worked for them!

Less than 24 hours after writing that last blog post, I welcomed our newest son to the world.

This beautiful boy is named Dominic, and we're calling him "Nico" for short.

I'd been having contractions for weeks leading up to his delivery, but Tuesday morning, I could tell the real ones had finally arrived.  Since I hadn't slept much the night before, I figured I'd try to lay down for a bit as they ramped up, catching at least a little rest before the marathon I knew laid before me.

I texted Chris my plans and got into bed.  Our cat, Piper, immediately climbed under the covers and nestled against me as a new contraction hit.  I realized then that it was go-time.  I texted Chris again and let him know to start making his way home.  I got plans for Vince and Nate in motion and also messaged my friend, Sam, who generously agreed to come and photograph the festivities.

I hopped into the shower one last time when I noticed bright red blood.  I hadn't had that experience with Vince or Nate, but knowing that every pregnancy is different, I called the OB to give them a heads up that I'd be arriving to the hospital with this symptom as well.  No one could tell me if it was normal or not, so I crossed my fingers and hoped OB triage would have some answers for me.

Chris arrived home in record time.  I was out front talking to our neighbor, Jake, when he came peeling around the corner.  Clearly he was excited to get us to the hospital!

On the way there, my contractions continued to ramp up.  From about 8A-9A, I only had maybe three that whole hour.  From 9-10, they moved to every 10 minutes.  By the time we got to the hospital at 11ish, I was only about 5-6 minutes apart.  It wasn't long before they were coming in waves and I was calling for an epidural.

Funny thing, though, is that I had originally toyed with the idea of not having an epidural at all.  I'd had a failed one with Nate and I'd somehow survived.  Having been warned there could be some problems with Nico, I thought foregoing the epidural would ensure he got here faster.  However, once the contractions really kicked into gear, I worried my heart rate and breathing would cause problems as well, so called for the epidural to calm things down a bit.

Alas, the triage nurse didn't think I was progressing as quickly as I was (mostly because she hadn't set up the monitor properly to check me for contractions).  However, when the second nurse came in and confirmed that I'd doubled my cervical opening within an hour, that should've clued her in to the fact that yes, my body was doing exactly what it was meant to do.

Alas again, I don't think she much cared.  She didn't get me sent up to labor and delivery until I was already ready to pop.  I felt the urge to push while I was sitting in the wheelchair on the elevator, and again when I used the bathroom before getting on the delivery bed.  I think I was in the delivery room for all of 15 minutes before I started shouting that I HAD to push.  Again, the nurse was telling me I'd need to wait for another hour before they'd be able to give me an epidural, but there was absolutely no way that was going to happen.  Having gotten her notes from the triage nurse who clearly didn't know what the heck she was doing, she thought I had way more time than I did.

Chris confronted her as I started shouting that I needed to push.  The man has the patience of a saint, but a line was crossed and I knew he was doing what he could to protect me.  I can't overstate how much I appreciated his advocacy in that moment, because it felt like no one was taking me seriously.  After he confronted her, she immediately called for the anesthesiologist.  I knew it was too late, but it was still nice to know that Chris had forced her to listen.  She dropped the bed, did a quick check on where I was, and from the look on her face, I knew I was right.  I said, "He's crowning, isn't he?"  She didn't bother to answer.

Suddenly there were five people in the room talking to me at once.  I couldn't focus on any of them- I could only feel the overarching need to push.  Chris was to the left of me, and I think Sam was somewhere to the right but had gotten shuffled away by the sudden barrage of nurses.  One of them (I later learned she was the midwife) said, "On the next contraction, you're gonna push!" and I said, "He's coming!"  So I pushed.  She counted to ten and told me to stop pushing, but I couldn't... the next contraction was already starting, so she said, "Okay, push again!" and I did.  His head came out and with one more push, the rest of him followed.  They laid him on my chest and oh... my heart.  

You see, after our wedding in May, Peter's health took a marked turn.  He spent some time in a local hospital that didn't take necessary steps to help properly diagnose him.  After pushing to have him placed in a better hospital, we finally got a diagnosis of cancer which had spread too far to effectively treat.  It was a crushing blow to Peter, his wife, and my husband.  I prayed- hard- for a miracle that Peter might regain some semblance of himself despite the prognosis.  Chris had only just moved home and begun enjoying a closer bond with his dad, and I know he had so many hopes for what to do with the time they now got to share.  Alas, it was not meant to be.  However, God is good and had plans for them.

In early August, I began noticing the tell-tale symptoms of pregnancy.  Sure enough, on August 11th, I saw two pink lines staring up at me from the bathroom sink.  I shared the news with Chris, and we agreed to tell his mother that night.  I also shared the news in my CathSo group (which is why I know the date!).  The next morning, Diana told Peter via a scheduled phone call (due to COVID restrictions, she wasn't allowed in to see him and had to schedule calls with the nurses' station).  About a day or so later, Chris was able to go in-person to see his dad as well.

Unfortunately, on August 22nd, Peter passed away.  Peter was such a darling, generous man; quiet and humble, but so very warm and funny.  I am genuinely sad that he was called home so soon as I know he, too, was happy to finally have his son back home.

A few weeks later, I went in for my first ultrasound.  By my calculations (that included pertinent info like menstrual cycle and possible dates for conception), I should've been 8 weeks along.  However, upon completion of the ultrasound, I was measuring less than 6 weeks, pushing my due date to May 12th.  By that calculation, it wouldn't have been possible for me to test positive on August 11th.  In fact, I wouldn't have even conceived until more than a week later!  Even a super sensitive pregnancy test wouldn't have picked up anything until well after Peter had passed away.

So either the ultrasound was wrong, or God had given us a glimpse into our happily ever after so that Chris could share this joy with his father before he passed away.  The longer that Nico remains nestled within my womb, the more I believe that impossible test was a very special grace granted by God, especially knowing how much that conversation meant to Chris.

God is good.  In all things, God is good.

Please say a prayer for the repose of Peter's soul and a quick and healthy delivery of his grandson, Nico.  C'mon, buddy... we can't wait to finally meet you!

Meet Chris, everyone!

If you've seen some of my catch up entries, you already know we've been friends for more than 15 years.  You know he's handsome, you know he's brilliant, and you know he's great with the boys.

He's also a car enthusiast, knows more about various aircraft than the whole of Boeing, and could probably beat MacGyver at MacGyvering.  *Grin*

He's always been ridiculously intelligent.  His childhood was spent tinkering with everything thanks to his parents who not only encouraged it, but took him to workshops and programs that would actively teach him how!  He's a natural sponge for information and somehow keeps it all pristinely locked away for recall at a moment's notice.

Long before we ever made googly eyes at one another, we engaged in the most entertaining, thought-provoking conversations.  While the rest of the group would drift into debates about comic characters or video games, we'd be off into the weeds discussing politics, social constructs and philosophy.  We've always enjoyed deep conversations with one another, and somehow there's always new fodder for us to attack.

Since pairing ourselves up, we routinely watch programming that grapples with complex problems or interesting historical quandaries.  We'll share current events, play devil's advocate, or listen to interviews with prominent philosophical contemporaries.  I'll ask an outlandish question that forces him to pull the brakes and really yank at the underpinnings of his belief set, and then he'll drop an atom bomb into my lap that has me spiraling off into tangents for DAYS.  Through it all, we learn, we laugh, and we grow in our understanding of the world, each other, and ourselves.

I cannot overstate how much I appreciate that intellectual stimulation.

Then there's his natural propensity to fix everything... he's an engineer by trade, so he is a professional (and highly skilled) problem solver.  Whether the problem is mechanical in nature (fixing a broken appliance) or situational (the kids aren't doing what they're supposed to be doing), he's able to effectively diagnose it and figure out efficient steps that rectify whatever is amiss.

He also relishes his role as step-father.  Since signing on, he's put so much time, thought and energy into parenting them properly.  Just last night, we had a talk about Vincent's unique challenges, specifically stemming from a marked increase in verbal/auditory stimming.  He's invested in helping them both succeed as men, and that manifests in a million different ways. 

Last weekend, he let Nate help him build a shed in the backyard which made Nate swear he was a professional architect.  Ha ha!  He's so patient with them, but isn't afraid to come down hard if necessary to keep them on the straight and narrow.  I take so much comfort in him as their role model for masculinity.  I worried so much for their prospects as adult men before Chris arrived, but now that he's taken on the task of showing them what a true man looks like, I feel genuine relief for their futures.

He is a true partner.  I swear he's more supportive of me than I am 90% of the time!  Whether it's getting off the couch to help me up while I'm a pregnant turtle, offering to pick up groceries to knock something off my to-do list, or sneaking out in the morning (and thus, forgoing the morning coffee and lunch I'd make for him) so I can catch up on sleep, he is outlandishly thoughtful.  Just as I recognize all that he does for our family, he recognizes all I do by not waiting for me to ask for help but offering it when he sees the opportunity present itself.

My favorite is him not complaining when I order out these days because I can't stand to be near an oven.  Uuuuugh, I'm really looking forward to having Nico OUTSIDE of me...

Anyway, I could wax on forever about how wonderful he is.  It still amazes me that we ended up together.  A couple days ago, I was smiling up at him like an idiot and he laughed asking, "What?"

I answered, "If you'd have told me that you and I would end up together, I would've laughed you off a cliff.  I sometimes still can't believe it.  It's insane."  He agreed.  It really is insane when you think about it.  But when has God ever made a lick of sense to us mere mortals?  

That said, I'm genuinely glad God's the One in control, because there's no better husband, father, or friend that I could have chosen for myself and my children.  I always go back to that photo I shared in this entry about God banishing fear:

It still rings 1,000% true.  I was holding a tattered, germ-ridden teddy bear and God was holding Chris behind His back.  Ha ha!  Luckily, I was blessed with the gift of Faith and an unshakable trust in God's desire to care for each of us individually, so I had no real problem handing over the trash bear.  I just had no idea that the prize bear was someone I already loved and respected so much.

So that's Chris in a large nutshell.  At 6'4" and a delicious amount of muscle, a large nutshell is the only one I can fit him in.  *Grin*

Trust God, friends.  I cannot emphasize that enough.  If you learn nothing else from my story, learn this: the same God who cares for the birds in the sky and the flowers of the field cares infinitely more about you than those birds and flowers (​Matt 6:26-30).  He cares so much that He came to dwell among us, taking on our humanity to elevate it to the Divine.  He wants your joy and happiness and cannot be outdone in love.  So love Him, trust Him, and recognize that short-term pain falls away and becomes background noise as the life He created you for unfurls into eternity.

He's got you, friend.  He's got you.  

Since yesterday was the Feast of the Annunciation, folks were posting some of their favorite images of Our Lady's "Fiat."  One of the first ones I came across was this gorgeous piece, posted by Gloria Purvis:

As if on cue, a triggered white woman jumped at the chance to "remind" me of Our Lady's cultural and religious heritage...

I imagine she looked something like this whilst typing that...

Annnyway, I immediately called her out, and her racism merely intensified as if, through her paltry and uneducated attempts at justification, she'd suddenly NOT be racist anymore.

Alas, that's not how it works.  Even when YOU don't think you're being racist, getting triggered by an African interpretation of Our Lady is, in fact, quite racist.

Forget the fact that the Blessed Mother, herself, took the form of an Aztec woman at Guadalupe, a Vietnamese woman as OLO La Vang, an African woman as OLO Kibeho (Rawanda), a Japanese woman as OLO Akita, and pretty much every other ethnic variety.  None of that matters.  Obviously the Blessed Mother defiled her own Jewish heritage by daring to appear to her children as anything other than the lily white Jewish woman popularized by the Renaissance!  Oh, the horror!!!

Clearly that's sarcasm on my part, but let's be real: this is exactly what this commenter was saying by getting snippy over the fact that an artist chose to render Our Lady as a black woman.  In trying to squash the art (and artist), she ended up inadvertently attacking the Blessed Mother, herself, who is mother to all and thus happily appears to her children in a comforting, recognizable form.

That all said, I decided to delve deeper into this piece to learn more about it and have come to share my findings with all of you!

It turns out that this gorgeous image of the Annunciation was actually part of a larger, 63-piece project commissioned by French missionaries to Cameroon, Africa, for the educational use of the Mafa Christians who lived there.  The French missionary, François Vidil, put together a group of locals, specialized artists, and photographers who would gather to pray, read the Bible, re-enact scenes from the Bible, and then create unique, African-inspired art to help the greater community learn about and connect with the Gospel.  Much like stained glass and sacred art before the birth of the printing press, these paintings served to bring Jesus to those with no other means of knowing Him.

How amazing is that?  This project (and the art it inspired) became known as Vie de Jesus Mafa.  You can learn more about it here!

All that being said, let's get on with the nuances of this beautiful piece, shall we?

Here we see Our Lady sitting by a fire.  She wears her typical "Blessed Mother Blue" and seems to be caught midday as she was cooking.  Interestingly, her pot and ladle look an awful lot like the spindle and distaff which are typical Marian symbols of the Annunciation (found in many other pieces of sacred art), and I can't help but think the missionary who painted this intentionally painted her pot to reflect that.  

Surrounding that pot are three stones - two in the foreground, and one hidden behind the pot to support the back end.  A fire connects them all and engulfs the pot and ladle.  This careful choice of 2 visible and 1 invisible rock is indicative of the Trinity.  Jesus was about to become incarnate within Our Lady and would be obscured, just as that third rock is obscured.  Present, of course- and connected by Divine Light to the Father and Spirit- but hidden in the womb of Our Lady.

Our Lady's dress, itself, is replete with symbols.  Her dress is "off-the-shoulder" to indicate her youthfulness.  Her hair is tightly wrapped as it would be for any African woman as she went about her chores in the sweltering heat of Cameroon.  The pattern of her dress is almost cosmic, as if the entire universe was present.  Finally, an eye (specifically, the African "eye of Horus") can be seen on her left leg, indicative of God's presence and protection.

I'd like to note that this does *NOT* mean the artist is trying to say that God is like Horus.  The artist simply chose a well-known and easily identifiable symbol (like St. Patrick and the shamrock) and used it as a means to highlight a Biblical concept on their terms.

A circular seat is before Mary, as if she was awaiting someone.  Ever the gracious hostess, Our Lady always has a seat open at her table.  The circle, of course, is also a symbol of God (Who has no beginning, and no end).  

Finally, a water pitcher is at the far right of the painting and another, much larger vessel, is behind her.  Given water's scarcity in the region during the dry season (which is indicated by the barren mountains and dry straw on the ground), I imagine the artist is highlighting Mary's access to the life-giving waters of Christ.

Her demeanor is one of surprise.  I feel as though the artist chose to depict the moment of Gabriel's bombshell: God has chosen YOU, Mary, to be the Mother of the Savior!  Her hands are in movement, almost seeming startled, yet her face is wise and accepting, as if she knows the gravity of her mission and understands the ramifications of accepting that mission.

Notice that she is FULLY bathed in light.  There are shadows cast from the roof, but those shadows do not touch her.  No... Our Lady is bathed in light, because she is about to become the bearer of Light.

Next we move on to Gabriel...

Gabriel doesn't show up as a winged creature, or in a fiery cloud of divinity.  Instead, he comes to Mary as a simple man dressed in a feathery, crisp white robe- conveying purity.  At his feet is a broken coconut, a symbol of God's Divinity and Lifegiving powers being poured out.

He has his arms open and upturned, a gesture of peace and offering.  Almost as if blooming from his shoulder, a gorgeous tree (I can't be sure, but I believe it's either a date palm or a coconut tree) indicates he brings with him hope.  The chicken, just ahead of him, is a well-known symbol in African culture that encapsulates an adage that describes a perfect mother: The hen treads on her chicks, but she does not kill them.  This chicken is wandering the area between a smooth, polished rock and a jagged stone.  In other words, Our Lady is the ideal mother who can properly lead a child (in this case, the Holy Child) with equal parts nurturing and direction.

Finally, while we can see the town in the distance, Our Lady's hut is clearly set apart.  She is connected to the town, but she is not part of the town.  This once more highlights that Mary is set apart from the rest of humanity.  As the Mother of God, she was granted special grace from conception to be Immaculate and free from original sin.  

Oooo, and can I point out the tiny little tree in the middle of the piece?  It's as if it's leaning in towards Mary, breathlessly awaiting her "Fiat."  All of creation awaits that "Fiat" with the same bated breath, knowing that the salvation of the universe hinges on her consent.

I don't think I will ever tire of meditating on the mystery of the Annunciation/Incarnation. The enormity of those events always mystify, overwhelm, and humble me.  It's no mistake that I named this blog after Our Lady's "Fiat."  It was the "yes" that set in motion Salvation.

That all said, while we all know that Our Lady (and Jesus, and Joseph, and the apostles, and the early Christians, etc, etc, etc) were Jewish, there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with depictions of the Blessed Mother as a black woman (or a Vietnamese woman, or an Aztec woman, or an Irish woman, etc).  The Blessed Mother is mother to us all, and she leaves that seat open for us to sit beside her always.

I came across a piece of sacred art that I'd never seen before today!  This is the Annunciation as depicted by a contemporary Benedictine nun named D. Werburg Welch.  I found it while scrolling through Twitter and immediately stopped in my tracks.  It's not often I get to see an Annunciation image that includes an homage to the Incarnation (which happened the same day, everyone!).  

I *love* images of the Annunciation that depict Angel Gabriel worshipping the Hidden Incarnate Christ within the womb of Our Lady.  It captures the moment immediately after Our Lady's "Fiat," and highlights the Divine reality of the Eternal God entering time and space.  

​Swoon with me, everyone.  Swoon with me.

This picture holds all sorts of warm fuzzies for me.

It was taken back in 2018 at the tail end of a birthday party for my friends' daughter. At the time, no one present had any idea I'd just been through the wringer. Meg, the birthday girl's mom, had sensed something was amiss, but it wasn't until more than a month later that I divulged details that put the pieces into place.

Anyway, I was feeling all sorts of ways the morning of this party. I had to physically drag myself out of bed and get dressed. I wanted so much to celebrate this birthday, because her little life is such a blessing and I love her to bits, but I was struggling so hard against a tsunami of emotions that I wasn't sure how I could manage it all. I didn't want to be a Debbie Downer at the party, but I also didn't know that I had the capacity to plaster a smile on my face and pretend I wasn't eviscerated.

I mustered up the strength to get in the car and head to their house. I sat in my parked car for a while, building myself up to walk inside. In that time, I got an e-mail from Chris. We were in the middle of a knock-out war (not with each other, but with ourselves) and basically just trying to find our way through the dark. Several e-mails had been passed back and forth, and I felt as though our relationship was about to tank directly into hell. So when I saw an e-mail from him come through, I felt my heart drop.

Luckily, when I read it, it was the opposite of what I was expecting (I swear... that man never ceases to surprise me). While I was still a kaleidoscope of confusion, I finally found him in the dark, and even if we were still in the dark, at least we were together. Together, we'd figure a way out.

So after reading that, I was able to head into the party with a sense of comfort I hadn't had. That made everything so much easier. However, I was still emotionally precarious, and all I really wanted was to hug and be hugged. As Chris once noted, hugs really are my "soothing protocol." LoL.

Anyway, my friends all know I'm a hugger. But at a kid's bday party, it'd be weird, even for me, to just go hugging everyone. So I sat on a chair in the living room. Almost immediately, God sent Frank's mom, Deb, to squeeze next to me on the couch. Nick (Frank's nephew) had climbed up to check out my phone, and she wanted to get in on the love. I happily acquiesced (because I love Deb to pieces), and basically felt like I was getting hugged by her and Nick (his other nephew, Tyler, soon followed). Then one of the other children noticed that there was a phone being played with, and she, also, wanted to see. I was beginning to feel like the Pied Piper. Ha ha ha!

Meg, Frank's wife, noted later that I was so stinkin' happy because I was basically in my natural habitat. I was surrounded by kids who were the cuddliest of cuddlers. It was AWESOME and exactly what I needed. And it was so nice to see her and her family. I've known them all since I was in HS (Meg came later, but she's stuck with me now - lol) and there is just no explaining how much I love them all.

So that's how God ensured I got hugs when I needed them without outing me for seeming like a giant creeper. Ha ha. This is what I mean by trusting God to take care of things. When He knows you need something, He's got a plan in place to ensure you get it. I needed hugs, so he sent the cavalry in the form of Frank's mom and some kids.

After this photo was taken, I sent it to Chris. I was so proud because for the first time in what seemed like forever, I was genuinely smiling. As usual, I've got the best friends in the world and the Best Dad Ever to thank for that.

God is good, guys. In all things, God is good.

Being married to John was incredibly frustrating for reasons that eluded me until I found myself in a relationship with Chris.  I had always brushed off my frustration with John as frustration with his thoughtlessness, but as I've come to learn, I was (and continue to be) frustrated that he's not smarter than me.  I needed a husband who was smarter than me.

Why?  Because I'm a traditionalist when it comes to marriage.

I want a strong, capable man who is able to recognize, plan for, and handle problems.  That takes a certain level of intelligence.  John didn't really plan for problems, nor did he handle them when they arose.  He normally couldn't recognize them as they slapped him in the face, either.  I'd have to spell everything out for him, or coax him into having difficult conversations, or simply handle organization and planning on my own.  Rather than viewing him as competent and capable, I began to view him as a frustrating liability.  I lost respect for him; I could not trust him nor rely on him for even basic things.

Chris' brain, on the other hand, outpaces mine by lightyears.  His breadth and depth of knowledge never cease to amaze me, and his constant quest for more drives me to keep up!  He has shown time and again a willingness to dive into difficult subjects and critically analyze them so as to effectively fix them or better plan to circumnavigate them in the future.  There is no need to coax him into planning, communicating or organizing.  Quite the contrary, in fact, he tends to be the one suggesting it's time to go over the budget, discuss a problem, or get ahead of something.  I TRUST him because his intelligence outpaces my own and I happily recognize that.  I don't feel as though the burden of leading is on me because I am finally with a man who is capable and confident enough to do the leading.

This isn't to say I don't challenge Chris or blindly follow where he goes.  We've gotten into our fair share of heated debates over a plethora of things - some of which I've even swayed his perspective on.  He respects my intelligence and input just as much as I respect and appreciate his.  But when it comes to executive decisions that must be made for our family, I've learned that I can trust him to make the best choice.  And even if I don't agree or understand that choice 100%, I trust him enough to sort out the details so that, in the end, everything works out for the best.

There is peace in that.  We've discussed our relationship dynamic in detail, and we always seem to come back to the Captain/First Mate analogy.  Our family is the ship, and his job is to navigate us safely to where we need to be.  My job is to offer feedback and help keep the rest of the shipmates (kids) doing their part.  We support one another (I might spot a storm on the horizon he missed and he may need to reprimand a kid or two), but at the end of the day, we know our roles and recognize how they support one another.  Together, we keep the ship sailing and there is peace. 

That peace is only possible because I am able to rely on and trust Chris' intelligence and capabilities.  As a very strong, capable and intelligent woman, my husband *must,* at the very least, match me in these areas to garner my respect.  John was no match, and I naively believed this wouldn't be a problem since my mother seemed to manage well enough with my father.

Alas, for all the intelligence and strength I inherited from my mother, I did not inherit her patience.  Instead, I inherited my grandmother's fiery impatience and pointed, no-BS communication style. 

So, ya know... there's that.  Ha ha.  

Luckily, Chris inherited his father's insane ability to remain Zen in the midst of utter chaos.  I swear, it's unsettling how patient he is, but clearly God knew what He was doing when He sent the Holy Spirit our way.

As I always say, God is good.  In all things, God is incredibly good.  ​

I was talking to a good friend of mine the other day (from HS... that's us dressed up the murderous broads from Arsenic and Old Lace before we graduated to faux-gangsta smokin' outside a candy shop in Kansas).  We were talking about faith in God's timing and how much of a gift it can be.  

I said to her: 

Patience? Fortitude? Gentleness? Grace? PFFFFFT. I was given NONE of that. But faith and a genuine trust that eventually He'll get around to sorting my special brand of stupid out? Oh man... He fully recognized where I'd need the most help, so He just straight DUMPED that into the mix when forming me. 

This theme of trusting in God's ability to sort things out has been a mainstay for me all my life.  I've never really worried about how something would turn out.  I always just expect that since God's handling it, it'll work out for the best.  

Before Chris moved back home, my "other mother" would ask me often about plans to get him home or when he'd find a job, or how we'd plan a wedding without knowing if or when he'd ever be able to leave Kansas.  I'd always sorta laugh it off because none of the worry made sense to me.  We were engaged, we had a date, and God would simply have to work out the details.  He was the one who set us up, after all.  I couldn't image Him forgetting the crucial piece of getting him home.  *Grin*

And here we are, almost a full year later living out our happily ever after, just as we intended.  Why?  Because God is good and challenges that seem impossible for us are small potatoes for the Guy Who Created the Universe.  

Even in my own career, things have worked out when I simply left things in His Hands.

Because of my ex-husband's thoughtlessness, I was left jobless after Nate's birth.  I knew I'd have to find work ASAP so I could provide for my kids, get health benefits, and secure a financial future for myself and my boys.  I mentioned before how so many women in my position were scared out of their wits​, but that was never me.  I knew God would ensure we were taken care of, and honestly, my career took off.

I was offered an incredible job that enabled me to be with my kids, nurse Nate, pump in private, and do what I loved doing - all for $10k more than I had been making at my previous job.  When it was time to move on from that position, I was handed an incredible opportunity that has seen my professional experience EXPLODE.  Six figures are within reach for me at this point (should I choose to pursue the for-profit world), and that's something that I never would have considered possible while anchored to John.  His negativity stifled so many professional aspirations, and being rid of that was genuinely a blessing.

I basically strapped rockets onto myself and shot through the ranks, networking with high-level people on high-level projects that opened so many doors to me.  As a result, I now have a dual-Directorship in a field I adore.  Every day I'm learning something new, meeting new people, and enacting lasting changes that make REAL differences.  So while my work can certainly be challenging and frustrating like everyone else, at the end of the day, I feel good that the work I'm doing is having a positive impact on the community.

I recognize how blessed I am to be able to say that.

And the best part?  Because I'm in such a highly visible field doing highly visible work, I've made a solid name for myself.  Just this week, I was approached by two different employers looking to poach me!  Both would-be employers got my name from past colleagues who threw my name into the hat before giving me the heads up.  Ha ha!

I'm not saying this to be boastful... I'm saying this because I promise that if you just "let go and let God," He will never disappoint you.  In fact, He'll go so far out of the way to blow your socks off that you will never doubt His ability to sort things out ever again!

God is good... He really is.  In so many ways that we'll never understand.  I'm legitimately proof of that.  Chris is proof of that.  My kids are proof of that.  YOU are proof of that.

So trust Him, guys.  Trust Him.