Two years ago about this time, I was coming out of surgery. I was no longer pregnant. My world had turned on its head 17 hours earlier when I saw that positive sign on the pregnancy test and knew something was terribly wrong. All the times before, seeing that plus sign was such an amazing feeling–fear and awe, expectation and wonder, excitement and joy. With Savannah Grace (no, I do not really know if she was a little girl; it was too early to tell, but I always think of my ‘kidney bean’ as Savannah Grace), I just knew that plus sign meant that I was going to have to make the hardest decision I had ever had to face. LORD, thank You for loving me through that last two years–the most complicated, horrible, growing, joyful years that I have ever had.
The 8th… again.
God blessed our lives with Jedidiah’s short presence 10 months ago today. 10 months. 10 months of pain. 10 months of growth. 10 months of joy. 10 months in which his seconds still count.
I awakened to an email this morning from Heather Graf, reporter extraordinaire, that included this…