This little guy is almost 10 years old. I can't be sure which is my son, but one of these pulsing, dividing zygotes most certainly is. He would not have been born without the help of medically gifted hands, 21st century technology, and a volunteer womb. Mark Westfield was every bit alive at 48 hours gestation and miraculously moving toward a life outside the petri dish. I marvel every time I look at this snapshot, a peek into God's handiwork. Because my son's conception was c

And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive them, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins. (Mark 11:25 NIV) “You can have my kids for a weekend. That’ll cure you!” my cousin snickered as we stood outside the cottage balancing plates of hot dogs and potato salad. Meanwhile, a gaggle of toddlers dug in the sand, dads at their sides, as two other cousins plopped in lawn chairs lakeside, legs splayed, cradling pregnant bellies. Reeling