I am still that mother.
I had questions; needed answers.
As to why God would take away one of my most precious gifts.
And give me another.
I've been re-visiting this blog post a lot lately.
Maybe it's because tomorrow is Landry's birthday.
And I'm feeling a little sentimental.
I'm taking stock of the years that have slipped by.
Thinking about where I've been.
Where I am now.
Or, maybe it's because my 3 year old said what I've always known to be true in my heart:
God got me to you.
I've told her she was a gift from God.
That she came into my life in my darkest hour.
That mommy needed something to believe in; something to let her know God would not abandon her.
But those words are not mine.
God got me to you.
Or perhaps she was meant to find me all along.
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