These are the words from my journal 3 years ago today…
In the waiting room. A hospital we’ve never been before. Me not in pain. Not pushing through contractions.
But facing fear that’s fighting faith. And battling something like labor but different enough to deserve another name.
Thankful. Excited. Humbled. The right word won’t come to mind.
Like the ignorant way I feel when thinking about Christ’s love. There will never be words.
This is all unexplainable. All grace. He is so faithful.
“In love he predestined us for adoption to himself as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed us in the Beloved.” (Ephesians 1:4b-6)
And now…on her 3rd birthday…it all still seems like grace.
Thanks M…You are still the bravest person I know. We love you!
Happy birthday Esther Grace!
“For from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.” (John 1:16)