I debated whether to feature MaryBeth or Beth first, since the roles they play in my life are intertwined (a story for another day)….but since I told you a little bit about MaryBeth here, I decided Beth would come first in my series. Not to mention I want to send as many people over to Beth’s neck of the blogworld ASAP, so y’all can start to bathe her sweet family in some serious prayer.
But we’ll get to that.
First, just how gorgeous is this girl?
That’s her and her hubby Daniel this past Mother’s Day. Aren’t they cute?
But listen to me – starting this post off on a shallow note, and Beth is anything but shallow. In fact, she is one the most genuine souls I think I’ve ever had the gift of knowing.
When I first met Beth at a Superbowl party this past February, I was intimidated by her. She was stunningly beautiful and carried her (at the time) 8-month-pregnant belly with a grace that made me and my (at the time) 9-week-pregnant belly very childishly jealous. I think I allowed my jealousy and intimidation cast a poor (and unfair) light on Beth, because I truly thought that she would be someone I’d have to tolerate being in small group fellowship with; it never once occurred to me that we might actually become friends.
Fast forward four months.
Insert a mental picture of me eating a heaping portion of humble pie.
I can’t imagine my life without her.
You see, Beth chipped away my last defense (that she probably didn’t even know existed) when she wrote this with such sweet humility. Yeah. Remember that? This is her.
And after that encounter, there was really no period of transition. You see, by the time we lost Duncan, Beth-the-Mommy was facing her own baby heartache, and it drew us together in an eternal way. (Well, that and a shared love for pedicures and carbs!)
Interpeeps, meet Presley:
Isn’t she the yummiest thing you’ve seen in a sweet forever? Beth and I have already decided: Presley is Seth’s fiancee. I love her, Beth loves Seth….we interchange mothering duties with our children seamlessly, so we figure we’d make pretty decent co-grandmas someday.
But I digress. I was talking about Presley.
We have known for a while that Presley had a heart murmur. What we didn’t anticipate was that Presley’s heart murmur wouldn’t get better, and that she would be facing open heart surgery at only six months of age.
In two weeks, actually.
On September 9, a team of surgeons is going to take that sweet little girl away from her mommy and they are going to put her to sleep and they are going to cut her tiny chest open and they are going to fix the hole in her heart.
And that is a good thing. The fixing.
But this process? It hurts, so much. It hurts me in a general way, because I’m a mom. But because Beth is like a sister to me – because I have held that little 10 lb. baby in my arms and fed her carrots and picked out clothes for her – I hurt in a way that I have never hurt before.
Beth is such a good writer; if you take the time to read back through her most recent blog entries, you will see the breaking heart of a mother who is bravely choosing to trust her Father to heal her daughter. I encourage you to do so, and to get to know this courageous woman who is so special to me.
Please keep Beth, her husband Daniel, their son Triston, and sweet Presley in your prayers in the coming weeks.
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And because I want to sing the praises of Lisa Leonard just one more time, as well as share just how beautiful this is….
I arranged to have the girls from our small group purchase this necklace for Beth, and Lisa was sweet enough to rush the order so that Beth could have it in time for Presley’s surgery. I wanted her to have a tangible thing to hold on to if we aren’t all there to hold her hand.
Beth, we love you!