March is approaching. I can feel it coming and I’m missing my girl extra. Even with this beautiful, perfect little joy in my arms, I miss her. I miss what my life would be like with her here.
It was beyond beautiful to hear this sweet little baby’s first cry after knowing what a silent birth sounds like. Nursing him after knowing the pain of my milk coming in with no baby to feed has been such a gift. Caring for him has given me moment after moment that I have ached for and missed.
But, with all the healing that Samuel has brought, that’s not why he’s here. He has a purpose all of his own, that has nothing to do with me. He isn’t a baby born after loss, he is a child of God. A child fully known from the beginning of time. God’s first, mine second.
So I will pray over him and for him. That he would know and love the Lord. That he would both accept and fulfill the purpose that has been prepared for him here.
And I will continue to be a mommy both in heaven and on earth. Remembering they are mine, but that it’s not about me.
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