He was restless, and sick, and out of context. So I took our little one-year-old warrior out of the crib at my parents' house, and laid him on the guest bed. I put my arm over his chest, and sang to him softly. And I thought: Dear God, how could I ever love another person as much as I love this one? My thoughts wandered to the unborn child within me, and to all the children I hoped would someday fill our home. Would I love them less than this one? Immediately, a scene from over two years ago flashed into my mind. Married only a few weeks to the most incredible, inspiring, God-honoring man I had ever met, I did not consider myself ready to be a mother. Bearing children was not supposed to be part of our marriage, thanks to the miracle (cancer survival) and curse (resulting infertility) of modern medicine. Pondering these and many other thoughts, I put my arm across my new husband's chest as he fell asleep. The exact same question had crossed my mind: Dear God, ho
Two physicians and their little explorers sharing the love of Christ through medicine.