Hannah Namuli
On the first of Dec, I got a phone call saying that my wife was in the hospital about to have our baby — two months early. I was in Africa. Crud. Since that day I have:
gotten my butt back to Michigan
found my wife still in the hospital, but not having delivered
spent a week living between the hospital with Jill and home with the kids
joyfully welcomed Jill home from the hospital — expecting the baby to go full term now
rubbed Jill’s head while she endured an emergency c-section a week or so later
welcomed Hannah Namuli in the world. (isn’t she gorgeous??)
spent nine days going back and forth to the hospital again before Hannah was sent home with us
had an electrical fire in our kitchen, which lead to the arrival of four screaming fire trucks and an uncountable horde of personality-deprived fire-fighters. the previously violent fire extinguished itself just before their arrival. we lived for four days without a stove.
experienced God’s provision with unexpected hot meals delivered to our door when our best prospects had been cold sandwiches.
hosted a Ugandan student friend in our home over Christmas break
took care of my wife through a kidney infection, which came during the c-section recovery.
shared cups of coffee with some of my favorite people
celebrated Christmas with another uncountable horde — this one fortunately with significantly more personality
experienced God’s grace and victory in all that the devil meant for bad…
and so on.
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