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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: ...

  Precerpt (excerpt from book prior to publication):  Raising God's Rainbow Makers  (Mahlou) Naming the Rainbow 🌈 Raising God’s Rainbow Makers Names carry stories. Sometimes they arrive like heirlooms, passed down with love and legacy. Other times, they tumble in unexpectedly—through tears, toddler protests, or the joyful shout of a neighbor boy. For our four, each name came with its own twist of grace. Lizzie was easy. She was named after me and my mother. Isn’t that what you do with a first child? You reach back, honor the women who shaped you, and hope the name carries strength forward. Noelle was more complicated. Her original name was Anemone —until we told Lizzie. She burst into tears. “No, not that name!” she cried. “Why?” we asked. “Because I can’t say it!” So we gave her the chance to choose. Lizzie loves Christmas. She chose Noelle . We called the state and changed the birth certificate. Sometimes the best names come from the heart of a big sister. Shane be...

  Precerpt (excerpt from book prior to publication): Raising God's Rainbow Makers (Mahlou) Introduction I originally titled this book God’s Broken Sprinklers . These sprinklers I was talking about were not broken at all. If anything, they were special sprinklers. Not shaped like the other, run-of-the-mill sprinklers, they liberally splashed much more water over parched earth than did the new, shiny, “perfect” sprinklers. Then along came the sun and refracted all that water into something marvelous: immense rainbows. Thinking about what the sprinklers do , I decided that a better name for this book was Raising God’s “ Rainbow Makers .” How I ended up with so many rainbow makers in my family is a complicated story and one that took me years to understand. People would tell me that God never gives us more than we can bear, but, really, should I have been expected to bear 18 years of intensive child abuse? I survived my childhood, but not all abused children survive. I was and ...

  We thought the hamster era would be fun. Noelle adored animals—especially hamsters. So we got her a pair from the pet store, not realizing they were male and female. Nature took its course. Babies arrived. We figured it would be a sweet experience for Noelle: watching them grow, learning about life. But one baby didn’t grow. It had three legs. And the mother killed it—right in front of Noelle. We weren’t prepared. Not for the brutality. Not for the questions. Not for the heartbreak of explaining that in the wild, animals don’t have the means to help their disabled young survive. They do what nature tells them to do. And nature isn’t always kind. Noelle was four. She didn’t have three legs, but she had two legs that didn’t work. She asked, “Would the hamster mother have killed me?” And the answer, of course, was yes. We couldn’t lie. Covering up the truth would have been as cruel as telling it. So we told her. And she sobbed. And sobbed. And sobbed. Nothing we said could ...