I decided to take part, this morning, in Gypsy Mama’s 5 Minute Friday…
Through pregnancy tests and losses-
through ultrasounds and clean up surgeries-
through increasingly cautious joy and broken hearts- I never imagined…
I would hear it- God has a plan. And I would believe.
I knew, on that day 11 years and 19 days ago when my womb was no longer even in me- that God’s plan did not involve a baby of my own.
Less broken hearted than the loss of a child, I still ached. I also still believed. Believed in God’s plan. His unforeseeable plan that I could not even imagine.
And then, there they were…
Unexpectedly before me, all I had to do was look up, and there were beautiful faces and voices, laughter and smiles filling my hole bored heart.
And life changed.
No more was I my own, could I be mine.
Without looking for signs and proof I knew that, no matter how steep the climb or tough the interference, these were meant to be mine and I loved them as if they were, as if they had always been.
That’s the beauty of the walk- the journey. We feel our heart’s aches- and God hears them. God weaves these dreams together in ways that we could never design and gives us moments and memories unexpected and glorious.
And those moments, for me, are my kids…