To my little miracle boy,
You steal my heart each and every day. Just when I think you have it all, you take some more. But you don't just take, you leave my heart full to overflowing each and ever time.
I prayed for you so earnestly as I daily held my hand against my ever increasing belly. I begged God to give you back to me, if only it was His will. I promised that I would give you back to Him, in return.
I just knew that if God healed you that you'd be pretty special... and that, you are, my sweet boy.
Your bright blue eyes captive the darkest of rooms.
Your tenderness melts the toughest of bedrock.
Your sweet spirit dances across my heart.
At night, as I lean down beside your bedside and you kiss my cheek, and hug me close, and whisper, "Mommy, come closer, I didn't get to smell you"...
I know, that miracles are worth believing in.
That faith is real.
That when trials tear you apart, grace gives back, tenfold.
Keep believing in your future miracles.
Nothing is unredeemed.
This trial is a piece of a bigger puzzle...
There is beauty and a rainbow on the flip-side of this storm.
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