Six years ago, I gave birth to my first child - my sweet Lilly. She was everything I had waited for my whole life.
I had no idea that on that day, while I held Lilly in my arms for the first time, oblivious to the world around me, that another daughter had already been waiting for me for 6 months...and would continue to wait for another 6 years.
Today, it was my turn to wait.
Surrounded by friends and family while holding half of my children, my knees trembled beneath me as I felt the weight of our future riding in this moment.
Would she understand why I didn't come for her? That I couldn't come for her? Not just last month, but last year, or the one before?
And my son...how would I tell him that this is forever? And that this is better than propped bottles and shoveled-in rice and wet sheets and lying in silence, when those things are what he thinks "life" is - and all he knows of "comfort"?
Every day, I am living this story of my own faith. I am these children. I will never forget how He fought for me.
As I stood there watching other passengers run into the arms of waiting family, I knew this was a preview of things to come - of the day that I would run towards my Beloved Savior.
And suddenly, there she was...running towards me.
as her "Mama" over and over again,
drop everything to stand in my place...
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