If I were to have done any less, it would have testified to my lack of faith. It would have become a testimony to him later that I didn’t care. I never wavered in my decision. It was an immediate, knee-jerk reaction and I knew my life would change.
My grandson was born three weeks prematurely. Born healthy and thriving. A small scare with forgetting to breathe, but that was due to his mother pre-eclampsia and all the magnesium she had taken in to prevent her from becoming eclamptic.
My daughter has chosen less for herself. Beat down by time, people and a bad relationship. She sees herself as less. Less for being given away through adoption. Less because of her ADHD and the havoc it creates in her life. Less because of her stocky stature… less.
We care for our grandson and tell him his worthfulness. His purposeful presence in the grand scheme of things. The hopefulness of his growth, ever-expanding mind, and faithfulness that someday, his momma will see herself much more than less.
Michele Bruxvoort is sure to draw you in with her delightful sense of humor and love for living life. She enjoys reading, repurposing, as well as remodeling the family home with her husband. Drawing from her life experience as wife, mom, and follower of Jesus, Michele brings you a very honest and real perspective on life. When you don’t find her writing, you can find her mowing lawns, stocking shelves, taking care of her grandbaby and tackling her latest life adventure.
Wisconsin native and empty-nester, she now makes her home with her husband of 27 years in the South West Prairie plains of Minnesota.