There will still be days

When the time Ive spent keeping busy slows down
And i catch my breath

Days that are harder than others
Where i cant keep a dry face

There will still be days
I long so badly for what i lost

And then days where I cling to Jesus
and find rest

Where I become hopeful again
And somehow I am filled will joy

I keep moving
But I know there will still be days...

Therapy

                                    Therapy is....

                                                     Sisters

                                    Laying on the bed talking

                                             Wine sipping

                                     Laughing uncontrollably

                                    Shopping till your feet hurt

                                                 Connected

                              Miss you xoxox

At Peace

Looking out this morning

I realize

Im at peace

I see God through all this

And Im okay

"The Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace." Number 6:26

making new memories

Boathouse - Isle of Palm

Hello 30's

Today I am taking a leap.

A leap into my thrities.

With no reservation,
I am ready to embrace
what God has for me in this
next decade.

I am stronger.

Wiser.

Humbled.

In love.

Content.

Ready.

So...hello 30's!

a little bit stronger

"The faithful love of the Lord never ends!

His mercies never cease.

Great is his faithfulness;
his mercies are new each morning.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore, I will hope in him!” 
Lamintations 3:22-24

He will always be...

My son.
I never knew I could love something
so much so quickly in just 4 months.
My heart was full, my belly was pooched.
I was already a mom.
I nurtured him and protected him so carefully.
My body was not my own anymore, and I embraced that.
I felt he was safe in my womb.
And I felt safe from the horrid first few months hoping and praying
that this child is the child God has called  me to carry full term.

But i was wrong.

He fit in the palm of my husband's hand.
So tiny and frail, yet a fighter so strong.
Helpless I felt knowing he would soon leave me.
But trusting this was his plan all along.
Pain has consumed me like I've never felt before.
Guilt lies dormant in the pit of my stomach for not being able to do anything.
Tears continue to fall even when I think I might be strong enough to get up and go on.
Im my eyes, God took him way too early from me.
But I know in His, it was just in time for him.
And even though emptiness lingers inside me
its grace that covers me.
This will always be apart of me
and probably always bring me to tears.
Im okay with that, He was more than worth it.
He will always be my son.