Upon re-entering physical therapy, I am always asked to fill out a form. One of the questions I answered last week: In the last year, have you lost a loved one, had a major job change, or become pregnant? Why yes! It's like they know me. Honestly, with as much time as I've spent in physical therapy, they should know me. I digress. That standard question on the standard form has me thinking tonight as those events seem inextricably bound together in my mind. Matt and I have had four major losses in three years. We carry that grief right alongside the joy of this new life. Tonight, as I find myself face to face once again with my shortcomings, clinging desperately to Romans 8:1, there are other voices I'm trying to hear. What would my Grammy say? Would she be telling me not to give this another thought? To focus on this sweet baby? Would Papaw be here saying not to worry because he'd worry enough for the both of us? Jus...
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