It really is. I love these kids o'mine. They fill my heart with so much indescribable joy & happiness that even on the very worst, poop filled, vomit exploding kinda days, I still think THIS life is so. darn. delicious.
But perhaps it's because I'm only 3 years into this momma thing, my memories are still very fresh of Mothers Day 1999-2004.
Those were the hard years.
Those were the Sundays I forced myself to get out of bed, go to church & be with all the happy people. Those were the years that reading the above first paragraph I just wrote would have made me roll my eyes at such cheesiness. Those were the years of temperature graphing, hormone taking, desperate praying and lots of crying.
And because I still have such dear sweet friends who are living in those years, I find myself thinking of them today. And because I walked in those shoes, I just want to stop and say I honor you. I thought of you today.
You beautiful gals whose arms ache to hold your own baby.
You lovely women who dream of what shoulda, coulda, woulda been.
You sweet ones who today smiled at me, all the while your own heart was breaking.
You are loved.
Not just by me, but by our dear Heavenly Father too.
May He remember all your sacrifices and accept your burnt offerings. Selah
May He give you the desire of your heart
and make all your plans succeed.
We will shout for joy when you are victorious
and will lift up our banners in the name of our God.
May the LORD grant all your requests.
and will lift up our banners in the name of our God.
May the LORD grant all your requests.
Psalm 20:30-5
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