I continually stumble upon blogs right when I need them. I come across words so eloquently written. I read words with such passion, heart and soul behind every click of the keyboard.
Stories of hope, stories of overcoming, stories of real, live, walked out and lived life.
My heart. It feels so much. It holds so much. I want to put all of my thoughts and all of my feelings into words ... if only I had the words.
Stories about fellow foster mommas. Stories of a momma carrying her baby to term despite the wee ones fatal diagnosis. I see the brokenness, yet wholeness, of a single momma raising her children as best as she can, yet feeling the pressure of "it takes a village" mentality.
Social media is filled with stories all over the spectrum of emotion. One family just brought their sweet girl home from the hospital all while documenting their journey with such joy! Another family brought their baby girl home after months in the hospital after birth. Another family shares their grief as they remember their sweet baby who passed away at about 12 months leaving behind her 2 sisters ... they were triplets. I see posts about new life, and posts of baby's milestones. I have a friend who just celebrated her daughters first birthday after a very emotional first year as the mom fought for her life the first few days after delivery.
All of these stories are tucked away in the depths of my heart. Every single one brings tears to my eyes. Every single one gives me a new hope, a new faith in my Father.
If only I were that strong. If I were in their shoes would I be able to walk it out so gracefully and confidently knowing that God's hand holds me?
I often wonder if I use words too often? Is it possible that I use so many words that the few that do hold deeper meaning are lost in the chaos?
May the Spirit lead me and guide me. May every word that comes off my tongue and off my finger tip be filled with grace and truth.
This life is not always easy, but there sure is so much beauty in it!
