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Precerpt from Raising God's Rainbow Makers - How Noelle Got Her Name

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Precerpt from  Raising God’s Rainbow Makers (Mahlou) How Noelle Got Her Name When Noelle was born, Lizzie was four—our only child at the time, waiting at home with the babysitter while her baby sister was being airlifted 250 miles south to San Antonio for urgent care. Noelle had arrived with spina bifida, and the specialized treatment she needed wasn’t available in San Angelo. We were part of the hippie generation, drawn to names that danced outside the lines. So we chose  Anemone Esther —a name as delicate and wild as a sea flower, full of meaning to us. We filled out the birth certificate with care, believing we’d chosen something beautiful. But when we got home and told Lizzie her sister’s name, she burst into tears. “You can’t name her that,” she sobbed. “I hate it.” We asked why. “Because I can’t say it!” she wailed. Fair enough. So we asked her what name she’d choose. “Noelle,” she said promptly. “I like Christmas music.” And just like that, Anemone Esther became Noelle....

Precerpt from Raising God's Rainbow Makers: Lizzie's Birth

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  Precerpt (excerpt from book prior to publication):  Raising God's Rainbow Makers  (Mahlou) Lizzie's Birth, part 1 Angel: Good morning, Lord. I see you looking down toward the earth with particular attention to a little town in Montana. Why? God: A little girl is about to be born. Angel: Why does that merit special attention? God: There will be a few complications in the birth: the doctor is out of town, and the doctor on duty has never handled these complications. Angel: But they are not that serious, right? He will manage them, right? God: Yes, of course, he will. I just want to provide a little guidance, give him a little sense of security, just in case. You know, this little girl is going to be the big sister of rainbow makers, and you know that My rainbow makers are very special to Me. I watch over them carefully. Angel: Yes, I do know that. But, wait, why are You now looking at me in that special way that always tells me that You want me to get involved, too. God: ...