Why did God choose us? A couple of years ago we decided we wanted a baby and blam, without even really trying God gave us one. A healthy pregnancy, and a beautiful healthy baby boy. Just like that. The whole thing just seemed so darn easy to me.
But then I remember all of you women out there who don't have it so easy. Women who yearn so badly to hold a child of their own in their arms, but struggle for years to conceive. Women who try IVF, and eventually resort to adoption even though their true heart's desire is to look into the eyes of their child and see the man they married and love. Women who, so devastated by this, never have the opportunity to have children. And then there are those who struggle to conceive and eventually do but the journey there is stressful and strains a marriage and the already so fragile heart of a woman. And then still are the women who conceive, and are beyond excited about their new pregnancies, until they discover that their child will not quite be just how they always dreamed they'd be, that they have congenital or neural tube defects, sometimes fatal, often life changing.
I pray for these women every day, because I can not imagine it. Their strength in the face of adversity is humbling. I've read a couple of blogs written by these very women, and they remind me constantly of the blessings in my life. How very, truly blessed I am.
If you want to check them out, one you can follow is Deklyn's Journey and another is Our Sweet Boy Grayson James (which you may have already heard about due to the Facebook buzz!) And the women who write these blogs are strong, inspiring, Christian women with such a profound love for their children, and a dedicated love for God.
I am so grateful for the blessings I've been given. A comfortable place to live, an incredible husband that loves me unconditionally, an extended family that supports me and makes me laugh, and a son that is quite literally the greatest thing in the entire universe. I just want to consume him whole.
Today I will not forget how blessed I am.
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