Today was Mother's Day, and this day always gets me in my feels more than any other.
The scars left on my heart from the years we yearned for children and begged God to grow our family will never go away. They may not ache daily like they used to, but they will remain with me always.
I can't help but think of how hard Mother's Day was for me and how hard it is for so many others. I will never forget how heavy my empty arms felt.
That feeling of hopelessness and the dark cloud that seemed to hang over us always made permanent marks on my heart. I will always remember the babies we didn't get to bring home.
But God. His care, love, goodness, and faithfulness never waivered.
His strength and comfort were there exactly when we needed it the most.
He never let us be overtaken in the storm,
and He never failed to comfort our hearts.
His love is a balm when we are weary, and His mercies are new every morning.
He blessed us with abundantly more than we could have imagined.
Being a mother is one of the greatest privileges of my life.
The perspective we have because of the struggles we have endured is such a gift.
And even on days when I feel weary, overstimulated, frustrated, and just DONE, I try to always remember that I'm living what I prayed for.
What a beautiful and gracious gift!
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