Losing our son to Trisomy 13, dealing with the diagnosis of my genetic translocation, and of my mothers early onset dementia, the past 6 years have HURT. Yes I have hugged my tear-stained knees in the corner of a dark bathroom, and cried in Target when it seems as though *everyone* was pregnant, and stared longingly at the mom and daughter sharing a real conversation in the car next to me. But there has also been great joy in the pain. Joy? In devastation? Yes. Its there. With time. ...you need to know that time has brought healing. With the passing of time, I have learned the depths of pain I experienced are matched equally with the heights of joy. God can make all things beautiful with time. God changes us and our perspective. He allows us to see what He sees. Some things may never be perfect. But with time, God can turn the mountain you are climbing of grief or regret into a place where you can view the beautiful landscaping He has created on your behalf...
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 10:38:33 +0000
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