on coming alive – The Wonderfully Made Life

April 5, 2018April 5, 2018karliekirk

Easter

Easter. It snuck up on me this year like daylight savings, springing time forward before I was ready. Bunnies, chocolates and all things soft and fluffy crept into Target before the daffodils were blooming. The rain kept pelting against our house and the wind hallowing, uprooting the juniper trees in my planters like spring was an abstract painting. Dark days turned into dark nights. Somehow, it all just didn’t seem quite right. It didn’t seem like the day was coming where we would finally celebrate our reason for hope.

March 14, 2018karliekirk

The Day Before David

I have a backlog of posts that just don’t seem fitting to publish until I post this one—the one I wrote the day before David was born; the one the Lord used to prepare my heart for my son. But right before I walked downstairs to post the words that were a lifeline at the end of a physically and emotionally draining pregnancy, my water broke.

October 13, 2017April 5, 2018karliekirk

Why I Love Saying My Daughter’s Name

“Is this your first baby?”

It’s a question I’m asked often on days when I’m alone. If my oldest daughter, Emmarie, is bobbing alongside of me with her bouncy towhead pigtails and sticky little fingers, I’m asked if it’s my second child.

It’s a natural question. I’m 33 weeks pregnant and look every bit of it. My body knows what to do. It’s on track to give birth to three full-term babies in two years and ten months.

June 7, 2017July 12, 2017karliekirk

Thirty three weeks

It was the date circled on the calendar. The date I had been praying we would reach. The arbitrary number doctors assigned to us as the ‘you-can-finally-start-to-plan-to-maybe-meet-your-daughter’ date.

I started to exhale, imaging our lives with Clara in it for the first time in thirteen weeks.