FTM
--> As I write this, we are at the beginning of holy week: A time when we are preparing for both suffering and rejoicing. It’s hard to imagine how Jesus must have felt that last week. Things that were set in motion would be seen to their conclusion. We can sense his exigency when we read the book of John and see that he’s trying to impart as much as he can to the disciples despite the fact that they won’t understand most of it until after the events of Friday and Sunday. A last meal, a last prayer, a last embrace. This year, I feel that urgency in a new way. A LOT has happened in the past year+ since I wrote that singleness post. I'm now married and pregnant, the speed of life sometimes has my head spinning. Pregnancy is weird, eh? Please indulge this First-Time-Mom in thoughts on a female experience that I’m treating as unique when I know it’s much closer to universal. I’m thankful God gives us 9-10 months of time to get used to the idea, because, I for