Never forget

3 years ago tomorrow, we were looking at an ultrasound that showed that our baby had no heartbeat. It was a devastating end to my first pregnancy. I never expected to be one of the many who experiences a miscarriage, but life doesn't always go as expected. I feel like my miscarriage was the beginning of a dark season of life for me. A season I would not want to go back to, but nonetheless caused much growth in my life. My perspective was changed. I saw any future pregnancies as a God-given gift, not a right. Kids are truly a blessing from the Lord. Even though raising kids is difficult (I would venture to say it is the toughest job out there), and sometimes it's easy to get bogged down by the nitty gritty, mundane life of changing endless diapers, listening to crying/screaming, nursing/cutting food, this time of year serves as a reminder of how THANKFUL I am that God would see fit to bless us with two wonderful children.

The joy of children far outweighs the difficult. The joy of having your child wrap their arms around your neck in a hug, or hearing a child giggle, or having your baby's face light up when they see your face, or getting to see the world anew through the eyes of a child. I'm so thankful for these daily joys. But I never want to forget our very first baby. And I never want to forget all that God taught me through those dark days.

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22