Somehow, it’s been nine years since the long night when her heart rate kept dropping and intervention seemed so close. 
It’s been nine years since that last minute before 7:00 and she finally entered the world so swiftly that the doctor never made it across the room and the nurse caught her before she fell. 
It’s been nine years since I first saw my Darcy Charis, my grace-child, and it’s been nine years of blessing. 
Great is His faithfulness.



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