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Grace Upon Grace

How a year changes everything. 

Last year at this time, Ethan and I were scrambling to finish up medical school and residency (respectively), while planning a wedding, moving him from Arkansas to New York, and wrapping up our transatlantic relationship (after he spent three months in India, and a month in Lesotho).

We planned to adopt.  Someday.

Ethan had been tested post-chemotherapy, and told he would never be able to have children.  Naturally, at least.  But we have a supernatural God, who thought it best to make us parents during our second month of marriage (and Ethan's first month of residency).  

His ways are not our ways.

This past month, we have found ourselves immersed in the prayers of believers (and unbelievers!) around the world after several prenatal ultrasounds found our miracle baby's brain "abnormal".  We are both physicians, and we know these abnormal findings are not "soft markers" (i.e. not easily misinterpreted).   So we find ourselves praying for another miracle: full healing in our young child's life.  

Our God is able.

Ethan and I met through our blogs ( and  In honor of this new chapter of our lives together, a chapter that will require supernatural faith, discernment and trust in His ways, we are beginning a new blog.  Here, we will share the story of God's goodness in our lives.

We are the Helms.  
God is the captain of our souls. 
From His fullness we have all received grace upon grace.
Join us on this journey, as we move every day one step closer to Home.


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