I’m an Ordinary Woman, by Jennifer Hartline

I’m an ordinary woman.

No razor has ever touched my face. My breasts are simply flesh and milk glands. I have lived for decades with the blessing and trials of a menstrual cycle. I have a womb; this wondrous, remarkable, expansive thing except when it is small and unremarkable. Within its secret dominion I have nurtured six babies.

I have a pelvis perfectly designed to cradle a growing, preborn child. I have a body capable of doing the miraculous — giving new life — and I have been blessed to give birth to four beautiful children. Two of my children are already ahead of me on the road, awaiting my arrival. ….

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