There is a unique pain that comes from loss. It’s fear, doubt, & this emptiness that’s hard to articulate. But even the darkest nights end & the sun rises again. A new day comes in the morning.
When I look back, I see how it was in my broken places that He used me the most. In my waiting there was purpose. I see that, still. The moments I’ve been given to speak life & truth over friends walking similar roads. It’s a gift, one that I can now appreciate.
Sometimes its crazy to think that BOTH of my boys were conceived immediately following a loss, no cycle in between. Meaning lots of confusion when it came to dating my pregnancies. You know that whole ‘first day of your last period’ - yeah, that didn’t exist with either one of them. But that’s also the cool redemptive part of my story and the beginning of their lives. Not once in the Bible does it say to worry, stress, or even figure it out… but TRUST.
Your life is on purpose. Lean in, friends.