Friday to Good Friday

It's been a week since I thought I was going to be a mommy. my thoughts over the week...

not everyone is nice, but a lot of people are
everyone heals differently
no amount of money can buy a baby
if you want someone to believe you look them in the eyes
work needs me
time does not heal, God does
flowers make me smile, its the new
everyone has a story, but every story is different
we are not promised a child, but promised a fruitful life

I felt betrayed, used, let down but nothing on this earth will compare to what happened to our Savior today, today is not about me, this life is not about me, this is hard work, this is Jesus...

Psalm 22
¹⁶ Dogs surround me,
   a pack of villains encircles me;
   they pierce my hands and my feet.
¹⁷ All my bones are on display;
   people stare and gloat over me.
¹⁸ They divide my clothes among them
   and cast lots for my garment.

I am so thankful I don't have to carry my pain around and its a perfect weekend to lay it at the cross. What a perfect good Friday.

Thank you to those again who in the mist of rejoicing with us when we got the news of being picked took time to morn and pray over us when things changed.We truly appreciate it.