Fall 2005: Three buddies we were, and we were tight. We were all taking classes for a master’s degree in theology and classical literature. Conversations were about Dante and Plato and where to go for lunch on a hot Florida afternoon.
Jordan was the receptionist at the seminary. She was married to our other buddy, the security-guard-student. But they couldn’t have kids.
Kathryn was the women’s ministries assistant at the church. She had a car accident and two broken engagements under her belt already, and she would never have kids.
Susan was the assistant librarian at the seminary. She was stubbornly sworn single and getting ready to jump onto the professional musician wagon in a big way.
Six Years Later…
On Sunday, April 3, 2011, at 7:33 p.m., in Robbinsdale, Minnesota, Susan & her musician husband Mike welcomed Jacob Elliot into the world, their first child and the kind of life-joy you don’t understand before it happens.
On Monday, August 8, 2011, at 12:30 p.m., in Boise, Idaho, Jordan & her teacher husband Brian welcomed Mila Evangeline into the world, not their first but their third beautiful child, another answer to years of desperate prayer, because when God gives, he gives you more than you ask for.
On Saturday, November 19, 2011, at 2:00 a.m., in Frisco, Texas, Kathryn & one of the world’s true Prince Charmings welcomed Nicholas Andrew Jr. into the world, their first child and the kind of unexpected miracle that makes you speechless with disbelief.
We may be scattered all across the country now living three separate lives but we have this in common:
“He gives the barren woman a home,
making her the joyful mother of children.
Praise the Lord!”
If we had imagined six years ago what our lives were to be, this would not have been it, and yet here we are, all of us mothers in the same year, and I don’t think we could’ve imagined it this good. Truly God is good and gracious and beyond generous to His children.
And on a less serious note… Jacob, Mila, and Nick: Someday you can grow up and take over the world together. Or shall I say, Power to the Pufendorfs? (Ask your mothers what that means.)