One year ago, I was laying in my bed. At the lowest I had ever been. I had just found out that the little precious baby I had inside, had passed away. I was waiting for my body to respond. The long slow minutes, and the sleepless nights. The wondering why and wishing it was not for real. The Lord was with me, carried me and saw me through it. That's what I was doing last year.
Today, what AM I doing? I am rocking a new little one. YEP! I may have lost our sprout, but today the remembering is a little less painful. I am distracted by this blue eyed beauty, needing me, reaching for me and smiling at me. How good God is. His timing is perfect. The Christmas I thought would be my hardest, was one of the best. These days that are the one year anniversary of my baby dying, are sweeter than I could have imagined. They are filled with a third baby.
And so today, while I still hold sadness for losing my baby, I am overwhelmed at how God knows, just what I need, when I need it. I NEVER thought these days, could be so sweet. God is good and I am grateful and blessed!
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