new mothers, new life.

two soul sisters of mine embraced new life yesterday, cradling little bodies of just emerged tiny flesh and sacred spirit, treasuring, wondering, believing and reeling all at once, the eternal dance of a mother.

two boys entering the lives of two women. one boy looks up into the eyes of the one from whose body he came, he knows her rhythms and scent and he knows his daddy’s voice, and he is the one for which they have prayed. the other looks up into the face of his new foster mother. she is foreign, but she is comfort. she is an agent of hope and a vessel for restoration and her husband comes home to meet the one for which they have prayed.

i’m amazed at how quickly my friends’ evolutions into motherhood set off a cycle and spiral and crash of waves inside me. evening came and i remembered the sun setting on those first days with Owen, realizing that the pattern of our life would never be the same again in ways so difficult but so beautiful. most of all, i rejoice and praise and thank God that every good and perfect comes from Him, a verse I’ve treasured so deeply within ever since it graced the front cover of the wedding program Jared and I gave our covenant guests. these moments of motherhood and marriage and life change and speechless are so very worthy of pause and admiration, the One who gives them worthy of the same a hundredfold. it’s like we find a new layer of ourselves when these moments come, the “thin places” i learned about from Jessi Connolly, where kingdom and earth seem just a touch more aligned. human life cherished and nourished, mothers celebrated and assisted and healed. Thy kingdom come.

i’m glorying in these new lives this week, the arms that hold them, the hearts that celebrate them. i’m dancing inside because He creates human beings and breathes life into them and takes the time to call them “very good.” i’m hitting the road to hug one new mama and sending a part of my heart via a hundred texts and prayers to the other across the country, the one who wrote that “God makes us brave” as mothers, amen, amen, amen. He makes us brave and strong and humble and needy, all at once, all fulfilled by Him. it’s sheer joy to have two more friends entering into this realm and understanding, a place soft and tender but resilient and unyielding, and these words are really just an ode to their courage and sacrifice, their love and selflessness, their dependence on the One who provides.

be strong in the Lord, dear mamas. it’s our joy to celebrate with you.