It has been a year since my first Mother’s Day as a mom with empty arms and a year and seven months since the title became mine. Sometimes I still struggle with the title of mom…does it really apply to me? Most of the time it doesn’t feel like it. I feel like a working woman with no kids and a dog who I treat much like I assume I would treat a child in my care. And other times, I know it fits me. I know I got to spend 12 wonderful weeks taking care of and growing a child within me. God made me a mom…then and still.
- He has control. He always has and always will. And as hard as I try…I still don’t have control. I rarely understand His plan, but I know it always turns out for His glory. My baby was born into His arms. I don’t understand it, but I know I am grateful my little one is with the God of all Glory.
- God’s plan is painful sometimes. Sanctification is painful. It hurts physically and then it hurts emotionally for a long time. Sometimes it is hard to come to terms with the fact that this pain is all part of God’s work…but when I do, I am honored to be a part of it.
- He wants me to work while I wait. I’m still waiting to see what He has in store for our family. But while I wait…it seems he has already revealed part of it. I am to work now…to dive into my passions…and glorify Him now.
- He is always faithful. I can depend on Him. He has held me every moment of my being a mom and for the 28 years prior too.