A Celebration Indeed.

journal entry

1/11/24

(39 weeks + 4 days pregnant)

Today, I experienced one of the most astounding surprises. My dear friends, here in Arkansas, decided to hold a celebration for my unborn child, unbeknownst to me.

I’ve cried joyous tears numerous times since.

Hands were placed on me for deep prayer of joy, safety, ease & abundance with reminders of my strength and of God’s amazing ability to flourish in our lives in bountiful ways. My heart was listened to, fears & thoughts. Lavished with a magnesium foot soak & hair being brushed + braided. Yummy food & take-home goodies for postpartum indulgence. Homemade rosehip oil + beeswax candles.

A true loving and cherishing of the mother that I’ve always dreamed of.

Never.

Never would I have imagined that such a gift would be bestowed onto me! Mouth agape, still even as I type this, I am more than speechless, other than expressing my deepest gratitude for these women.

Through this experience, I am reminded of the times people have shown up for me during this pregnancy. Bubble baths drawn in others’ homes, pies & enchiladas dropped off on camper doorstep, prayers of uplifting spirit, tears shed on shoulders, many lunches had around campfire, indulgent beverages, distant phone calls, a cozy home to escape the extreme heat or freezes of the camper life, sourdough & cornbread deliciousness brought right to me & various shoulder rubs by many.

I’m humbled.

Deeply, deeply humbled.

My village is precious. My family is precious.

Thank you, Father, for these unexpected gifts & answered unspoken prayers.

An unusually warm & sunny January day spent with beautifully hearted women, who teach me time & time again, what it means to show up for others & just how impactful that actually is.

Thank YOU.