Two weeks ago today, the most life changing event of my life took place. It's a story I feel I must tell in detail and yet I feel completely inadequate in expressing the depth of pain and beauty in the story. It's like taking a picture of a sunset. No camera can capture the incredible beauty in that vibrant sky. And yet, we all continue to take pictures of the sunset, hoping that just this once we'll be able to capture the glorious sky and be able to take it "with us". I feel the same way about this story. I hope that as I write and then read and reread the story later, that I can in some way encapsulate the wonder of it all and take that with me for life. It all started nine months ago with a positive pregnancy test, followed by eighteen more positive pregnancy tests (to confirm the status of the first). I was finally convinced that I was indeed pregnant. Isn't it funny how we are so quick to doubt the very things we hope and dream of?
Sometimes the things I hope for seem trivial (I HOPE the sun comes out today) , other times they seem insurmountable (I HOPE some one I love is completely healed) I believe that God deeply cares about those little hopes and the massive hopes. I don't think He ranks them like I do.
In light of it being Easter weekend I was reading about HOPE. After Jesus was crucified, HOPE was the only thing HIS follower had to cling to. In much of life HOPE is all that I have to cling to as well. As I read some verses about HOPE, 1 specific passage really stood out to me.
Lamentations 3:20-24 says, "I will never forget this awful time, as I grieve over my loss. Yet I still dare to HOPE when I remember this: The unfailing love of the Lord never ends! By His mercies we have been kept from complete destruction. Great is His faithfulness, His mercies begin fresh each day. I say to myself, 'The Lord is my inheritance, therefore I will HOPE in Him.'"
Have you ever been given a gift that you didn’t even know
you needed; however upon receiving it you realized it was exactly what you
needed? I was recently given such a
gift. It was a gift that my soul
needed. A gift that some piece deep
inside of me needed, and yet I was completely unaware of that need until it was
met. I was given a song and with that
song an amazing memory. Eric Church in
his song “Springsteen” says, “It’s funny how a melody sounds like a memory.”
Well I was given one of those melodies and I will forever be grateful. Let me start from the beginning and tell the story of
this song and memory. On August 28th
2016 I found out I was expecting Baby Ross #2.
It was a Sunday which is a busy day for a Pastor’s family and not the
best time to process news like, “Surprise, life is about to get crazier!” Over the next few days however the excitement
and joy of adding another member to our family began to creep in. We started dreaming, picking out names we
liked and te…