Yet my launches in life seemed to come about much slower than diving off the block at the whistle blow.
This was particularly the case with my launch into motherhood. My husband and I tried to conceive, to no avail. The desire to be a momma grew, yet there was no fruit in my womb.
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It doesn’t always happen, yet in that moment my Little One remembered who I was: the Mommy who loves her, the one who would do something good to help her hurt.
Do you remember who your Father God is in the midst of your hurt? Do you remember He is the One who loves you, the One who will do something good to help your hurt?
We arrived at our destination. Pete told the children to go ahead of us.
“Here it comes,” I thought. I already knew how I’d been acting. I didn’t need, nor want to discuss it. Instead, he took me by surprise.
Clearly I wasn’t listening well and needed frequent reminders.
After three plus years of looking for a house, the Lord provided the answer to our prayers. We’d moved in only two months earlier. I expected much of myself and I was floundering.
Something I had requested for my long-awaited baby shower, was wisdom from the mommas who had gone before me.
I received much wise advice that day, yet one stands out, and it was this:
Anger.
It would all flood back again. The questions – What had I done? Had it all been a lie? The abandonment. The unbelief. The – PAIN. It was holding me captive.
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