Hello my sweet angels. Today was a nice day. Daddy had his first day of hospital clinicals. He really enjoyed it. it was nice for him to work a true 12 hour shift running on his feet, i think he had more respect for what i did and understood why i was so tired always after work. He is so excited its so cute to watch and to listen to him talk about his adventures!
I had a nice day too, i went to church, then out to lunch with Erika and her family, then took Harvey to visit June, then stopped for groceries. Church was really good, there was a girl speaker and she really hit home. Her message today was about sadness and how we all deal with it. She spoke of the story in John 11 where Lazerus has passed and Jesus comes to raise him from the dead. Martha reminded me of myself, she was so upset with Jesus, she was sad and in her sadness she went to him and said "if you were here this would not have happened" i felt this very way after our first and then again second miscarriage. i recall feeling like this as a child when my mom was terrible to me, and again as a 15 year old being controlled by my mom. i yelled at God, i questioned his goodness, his purposes, his reasons. i thought what i knew was right and best for me. i though if you were here this wouldn't be happening to me, if you were real i wouldn't be hurting so badly. what i didn't hear was Jesus telling me that he was here and that he is the "resurrection and the life, and that those who believe in him will live" i chose to live my life in faith, and in hopefulness hoping that tomorrow would be better than today. learning to cope with my sadness and learning how to embrace the goodness and happiness that surrounds me. rather than dwell in my own losses i looked at other peoples. i loved watching friends have babies, talk about their pregnancies, and their lives and i longed hopefully for the day that i would be the person sharing my story. i talk to Jesus a lot, daily, almost every hour. i talk to him while i drive, while i shower, while i am lying in bed, on walks with Harvey, all the time everyday. i think of how thankful i am to be alive. to be breathing air, to be able to walk, to have food that is ready and accessible to me, to have a house to sleep in, to have a wonderful husband, i am thankful for my wonderful friends who love and support me so much, i am thankful for God for never giving up on me although i have threatened to give up on him so many times. to push him away in my sadness as a way of alienating myself. to eliminate the thoughts of hope, joy, happiness, and love that he represents, that would make my pain less abundant. instead of this i chose to embrace my papa and to accept the life and the path that he placed me on. i look to see the good that has come from my sorrow, the new opportunities that were born from anothers end. its amazing and heart wrenching at the same time.
today at church i completely let myself go, i typically do not cry in front of anyone, its something i just don't do. it makes me feel naked, raw and beyond vulnerable. well today all of those feelings went out the window and i cried like a baby, i wept and wept for our losses, i wept for being mad and pushing papa away, i wept for this pregnancy, for the fear of being pregnant and then having another miscarriage, i wept for the fear of not hearing the hearts beating, i wept at the fear of hearing the hearts and then losing them later, i wept for my friends who have suffered in their lives, for the sadness and pain they have felt, i wept for the sake of weeping and it was refreshing and peaceful. i let it all out and papa provided for me. he wrapped his strong arms around me and had my friend Erika sit with me. she held my hand and prayed for me, she read my heart like no one has ever done. she knew my fears, she knew the story the tears told and walked the path with them. she brought lightness and hope to my heaviness and lifted a weight from me. she offered me love and friendship and loved me more through my tears. i am so thankful for the friendships papa has enriched my life with. for the joyful moments that bring me hope and happiness, for the new church with all of the beautiful families, for the kindness of people. its breathtaking to see people to thoughtful and so loving to each other. i cant help but think papa must be so proud. i am proud also. i am proud to know my papa, to love him, to have faith in him and to trust his will to be better than my own. i am thankful for my sadness because from it i have learned what love really is.
i am so thankful that papa chose me to be your mommy and chose your daddy to love you. i cant tell you how often i think of you, hope you are healthy and growing well. i have been eating a lot, and trying to drink a lot of water too. i hope you are both doing well. i am so excited to see you this week. i pray with all my heart that you are both safe. i pray that papa will bless us with this life, your lives and that we will be the best parents possible for you both! i thank you for being our angels. i love you both so very much!
I had a nice day too, i went to church, then out to lunch with Erika and her family, then took Harvey to visit June, then stopped for groceries. Church was really good, there was a girl speaker and she really hit home. Her message today was about sadness and how we all deal with it. She spoke of the story in John 11 where Lazerus has passed and Jesus comes to raise him from the dead. Martha reminded me of myself, she was so upset with Jesus, she was sad and in her sadness she went to him and said "if you were here this would not have happened" i felt this very way after our first and then again second miscarriage. i recall feeling like this as a child when my mom was terrible to me, and again as a 15 year old being controlled by my mom. i yelled at God, i questioned his goodness, his purposes, his reasons. i thought what i knew was right and best for me. i though if you were here this wouldn't be happening to me, if you were real i wouldn't be hurting so badly. what i didn't hear was Jesus telling me that he was here and that he is the "resurrection and the life, and that those who believe in him will live" i chose to live my life in faith, and in hopefulness hoping that tomorrow would be better than today. learning to cope with my sadness and learning how to embrace the goodness and happiness that surrounds me. rather than dwell in my own losses i looked at other peoples. i loved watching friends have babies, talk about their pregnancies, and their lives and i longed hopefully for the day that i would be the person sharing my story. i talk to Jesus a lot, daily, almost every hour. i talk to him while i drive, while i shower, while i am lying in bed, on walks with Harvey, all the time everyday. i think of how thankful i am to be alive. to be breathing air, to be able to walk, to have food that is ready and accessible to me, to have a house to sleep in, to have a wonderful husband, i am thankful for my wonderful friends who love and support me so much, i am thankful for God for never giving up on me although i have threatened to give up on him so many times. to push him away in my sadness as a way of alienating myself. to eliminate the thoughts of hope, joy, happiness, and love that he represents, that would make my pain less abundant. instead of this i chose to embrace my papa and to accept the life and the path that he placed me on. i look to see the good that has come from my sorrow, the new opportunities that were born from anothers end. its amazing and heart wrenching at the same time.
today at church i completely let myself go, i typically do not cry in front of anyone, its something i just don't do. it makes me feel naked, raw and beyond vulnerable. well today all of those feelings went out the window and i cried like a baby, i wept and wept for our losses, i wept for being mad and pushing papa away, i wept for this pregnancy, for the fear of being pregnant and then having another miscarriage, i wept for the fear of not hearing the hearts beating, i wept at the fear of hearing the hearts and then losing them later, i wept for my friends who have suffered in their lives, for the sadness and pain they have felt, i wept for the sake of weeping and it was refreshing and peaceful. i let it all out and papa provided for me. he wrapped his strong arms around me and had my friend Erika sit with me. she held my hand and prayed for me, she read my heart like no one has ever done. she knew my fears, she knew the story the tears told and walked the path with them. she brought lightness and hope to my heaviness and lifted a weight from me. she offered me love and friendship and loved me more through my tears. i am so thankful for the friendships papa has enriched my life with. for the joyful moments that bring me hope and happiness, for the new church with all of the beautiful families, for the kindness of people. its breathtaking to see people to thoughtful and so loving to each other. i cant help but think papa must be so proud. i am proud also. i am proud to know my papa, to love him, to have faith in him and to trust his will to be better than my own. i am thankful for my sadness because from it i have learned what love really is.
i am so thankful that papa chose me to be your mommy and chose your daddy to love you. i cant tell you how often i think of you, hope you are healthy and growing well. i have been eating a lot, and trying to drink a lot of water too. i hope you are both doing well. i am so excited to see you this week. i pray with all my heart that you are both safe. i pray that papa will bless us with this life, your lives and that we will be the best parents possible for you both! i thank you for being our angels. i love you both so very much!









