As a young mother, I scoured each page, testing the sound of various names from the alphabetized page aloud. Scratching several off my list, I circled a few with potential. Some appealed to me because of their meaning and the rhythmic cadence when paired with our...
“Lord, please rescue your child. This one belongs to you.” I white-knuckled my journal, filled with petitions addressed to one who could provide answers. Confusion and despair settled in the deep places of my soul as I poured out my heart. Several years of wrestling...
