Sitting at my baby’s side. Holding him. Whispering words of comfort. Hating the vomiting and stomach pain that has come on. The fear in his eyes every time a nurse or doctor comes in.
There’s no way to prepare a mother’s heart for this. I think of Mary, mother of Jesus. What a beautiful, precious calling. But what an incredibly difficult, unimaginably painful task she was given as she would one day stand at the foot of the cross. Her baby.
I know there is a GOOD purpose in every trial God’s children face. But doubt knows how to creep in right at those moments of sheer exhaustion. I’m choosing to ignore doubt and listen to the voice of truth.
“For we know that all things work together for good to those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.” Romans 8:28
I am delighted by your faithful, relentless commitment to pray for us. I am reading all of your comments and encouragement. I appreciate more than you know. Grace be with you, my friends.