This has been one roller coaster of a week. So much in fact you will probably read the next few statements and think..."I had no idea".
We found out early last week that we were going to have a baby. We, of course, were very excited. I started going in for blood draws so they could monitor my hormone levels. I found at yesterday that I was miscarrying.
I have so many questions especially with having miscarried before. But the main point of this post is to praise the Lord for his faithfulness. He's made strong in our weakness, and I think when we choose to lean into Him when we are struggling the most--we grow closer to Him. Yesterday morning I was praying that I would have peace in my heart and I do. I cried a lot yesterday and at one point I was sitting on the couch with my head buried in my hands weeping and Roman came and touched my face and said "da da". What a blessing to look up and see him smile. When I looked into his smiling face I heard God speak to the bottom of my soul and say that he is in control and that my life and the life of my family, born and unborn, is in His hands.
Thank you God for using the most precious gift that you have given John Mark and I to remind me of who you, that you are in control, and you are forever faithful.