There isn't a day that goes by that two precious angels don't cross my mind. The memories of their short lives (7.5 weeks miscarried) are never far from me. The pain of losing them is still fresh in my heart.
And yet, I am so thankful for where God has me...exactly one year later from our first experience with miscarriage.
I certainly never expected a second miscarriage, but then, honestly I never expected the first one.
This time last year, I could barely pray. I was angry, bitter and broken.
But, God.
This time last year I couldn't cry out to my Savior on my own. My amazing husband, wonderful friends and other, dear, loved ones did it on our behalf. When I couldn't pray, they prayed for me. When I couldn't worship, they worshipped for me.
Jesus rescued me. He stood with me and strengthened me. Even when I didn't want to be strengthened.
I am thankful that God is faithful, that His Word is true, that He never leaves us nor forsakes us...
I am thankful for my amazing and wonderful and loyal and strong husband. He is too good to me.
He prays for me. He encourages me. He points me to Jesus. Daily.
We have five sweet, precious, amazing children. Lego Man, Wonder Woman, Superman and two precious angels.
I pray that my heart will be more faithful to my loving God, because surely in this life, there will be more heartache.
"I will bless the Lord at all times. His praise shall continually be in my mouth!" Psalm 34:1
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