There’s such an intricate mix of hope in God’s goodness and the knowledge that we still live in a very much fallen and depraved world. As we move forward, I find myself letting that darkness overshadow the hope and asking myself, “What if it happens again? What if I can’t get pregnant? What if?” But I’m reminded the worst case scenario has happened, and God has been faithful. This brings the hope back into focus.
I don't want you to think you have to be "fine" or that what you're going through is somehow unimportant or insignificant. It is important. It is significant. YOU are important.
I couldn't figure out these past few weeks why I was so desperately exhausted, and it's just dawned on me recently that it's because I'm no longer carrying this weight. By opening up and sharing what's been happening and letting God's light break through the darkness, I've given myself permission to breathe. To cry. And to not be ok.
Spring. My favorite season; in nature and in life. Both our babies were born in the spring, I don’t think that’s a coincidence. God’s timing is never coincidence.
We’ve found having a consistent bedtime routine for our one-year-old throughout her life has helped her get ready for a great night of sleep!
When the sleepless nights come, when it’s hard to keep breastfeeding and you just want your body back, when the thought of bringing up little people is heavy and hard and your hormones are out of whack and your life is upside down, it’s hard to not wish for an easy button for parenting. But maybe it’s supposed to be hard.