By Katherine Newsom God's Brave Women - Katherine's Story “Uh oh mama,” my almost two-year-old says as he pokes the leads that are taped on my chest from a 24-hour halter monitor I’m wearing. He then proceeds to play with the cords that fall between the leads to the monitor. It’s much more compact than it used to be a decade ago. I know this routine, and it isn’t anything new. But it’s still inconvenient. Couple that with throwing up throughout the night before, getting a spo

By Becki Baxter God's Brave Women - Becki's Story The speedometer barely hovered above the 5 mile per hour mark as our van crept up the never ending, pot-holed driveway to our neighbor’s farm house. Every inch we covered brought more anxiety and panic in my chest. “So who’s going to do the talking? Me or you?” I ask my husband. Fear burns in me, but since we’re over half way to our destination, there is no turning back now. Even if we wanted to, the slender driveway wouldn’t

God's Brave Women - Jennifer's Story When my youngest daughter was five, she went through a phase where she would regularly ask, “Momma, what do you want to be when you grow up?” The question always cut deeply. I was in a season of transition, not knowing what would follow after a season of being out of the workforce, and needing to re-enter. This initial feeling would always be followed by my own questions: How do I explain to her the twists and turns that life can take—that

By Marisa Muhs God's Brave Women - Marisa's Story I watch my 5-year-old boy with awe and wonder. He uses his short fingers to communicate through sign language, all of which we have learned alongside one another. He would let me sing the “Wheels on the Bus” and read We’re Going on a Bear Hunt repeatedly all day long, his current favorites. He loves to watch Wheel of Fortune, and he squeals with excitement when Mickey and Minnie make their guest appearances during Disney week.