It's That Time Again

Once again I find myself needing to be induced. This time I'm not overdue. I'm actually 2 weeks early but the baby isn't growing anymore so we need to get her out. Now. I'm sooooo unprepared...but tonight is the night. I can't wait to meet and hold this precious, spunky, little girl!


All photos taken by Jason Iron's Photography

Until then...
Jessie

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Light Always Wins

I was seven when I stepped foot into the Tel Aviv Airport accompanied by my stepdad - a Palestinian. The Israeli soldiers stood armed as they ripped through each of our suitcases, pulled my dad into a room for questioning, and detained us for several hours. We were not there as tourists. We were on our way to Jericho to visit family... but we were the enemy. Even at seven the hatred between all was undeniable. As a child I did not comprehend fully but I remember...fear. Walking the roads of that country for a month is an experience I will never forget. I remember once being at a family member's home while they argued over who was right, the Jews or Palestinians. I remember the tears, the anger, and shouting. I can't recall most of the words spoken that day. I don't know whose argument was stronger. What I do know is...what the Bible says about God's chosen people, and that in war... no one wins...even when it is necessary there is always suffering for both sides. The J...

We Have A Baby!!!

It's about time! IT'S A BOY!!! Malakai James Lutz 7 pounds 14 ounces 20 inches Until then... Jessie

Judgment Loomed

As I exited the door my heart was pierced with their animosity. Hatred and poison spewed from their lips. Murderer! Whore! Baby killer! You'll rot in Hell for what you did! Over and over... The savage mob encircled me with no escape. Screaming just a breath away from my face. Shoving with such force I was almost knocked to the ground. They spat in my hair. Humiliated. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I pushed through the violence. Once inside my car I began to weep. Even in the present their vile words reel through my mind. Beads of sweat began to form in my tightly clinched fists. Squirming in my chair... biting my lower lip as an attempt to hold it together. Peering above the Pastor's head as though I was looking at him... knowing if I did I would burst into tears. That was my experience at church...

Rise and Swine

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