I was born the day my stillborn sister was delivered, five years later.
Stillbirth, infertility, fertility treatments, two difficult pregnancies, and two miscarriages to follow. Yesterday, my mother came over to speak at a ladies event- she spoke on joy. She spoke how it is possible, through Jesus, to have joy in pain, hardships, trials and darkness. She didn’t share her personal story, but I have been thinking how much weight her words bring when you know her story. I didn’t know her then, obviously, but she has said there were many days where it was difficult for her to trust the Lord, to love him and to find joy. Would she ever have children? Maybe you are in the middle of a story, that right now, is painful and dark. A time where you wonder if you will have children. Tonight, I went out for an evening ride - it was cloudy, gray and not very beautiful. But at the very end, the sun burst in warm yellow rays down through the leafless trees and lit up the forest floor into a vibrant green. Your story may end with children, it may not - my mother’s story did. But one thing is certain - as certain as the rising sun, or the eventual end to a cloudy day - God is faithful, and he writes each of our individual stories for our good and so that we become more like Jesus.
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Lauren Kimball
5/26/2022 07:39:26 pm
Beautifully said, my friend. I needed this. Thank you for sharing. 💕
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