It’s been a rough few months.
Still no baby. Lots of heartache. Continuing to hold on to hope, even as it seems to fade.
It’s difficult to keep posting as there is no exciting updates on our journey, but I know our difficult times are just as important to post.
As I lay in bed this evening weeping, Jake held me and cried out to God: “God, just give us a baby!” That prayer was healing tonight. A simple cry out to the Lord – one I’ve often prayed myself, but sunk in more as I heard it escape his lungs. We cried together.
We are broken. In our brokenness we cry out for healing, comfort, answers, and our yearning to be parents.
Our hearts ache. Daily, hourly, and sometimes as each minute passes.
I had been writing affirmations every morning as I woke, and evening before bed (started them again this evening). Here is an excerpt from them: “I love being an influential Aunt and an amazing Mommy.” I may not be a Mommy yet (nor Jake a Daddy), but Lord willing we will be parents some day.
We covet your prayers.