As I sit here and write this there is a sweet baby girl wiggling inside of me, her movements growing as she does. We are in the homestretch now, with just a matter of weeks left.
OUR ARMS ACHE TO HOLD HER.
Four years ago today in the early morning hours we held our Maggie girl for the first and only time this side of Paradise.
It was the last way we pictured meeting our baby girl.
OUR ARMS ACHE TO HOLD HER AGAIN.
Though my eyes are red, my cheeks tear-stained and my heart heavy, I am so very thankful to serve a good and faithful God. A God that weaves redemption into torn tapestries and brings new life to help bind up deep wounds. A God who sent His son . . .
". . . to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor."
BEAUTY FOR ASHES.
Joy instead of mourning.
A garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.
We are missing our first precious daughter with fierce longing that will not cease until we hold her again in the sweet company of our Savior.
You are so dearly loved, my sweetheart!
We will meet you There...