The words, Hannah's hope, keep swirling around in my head. I sit in church, I open my Bible, and immediately I turn, I am drawn to 1st Samuel. Oh, to have the faith of Hannah. The hope of Hannah. Why don't I? Don't I believe that my God will bless me? Don't I trust that He has a greater plan for me?
Psalm 66:20 says, 'Praise be to God, who has not rejected my prayer or withheld his love from me!' YES!! This is true! He has not rejected my prayer, he has shown me the most amazing love of all! He sent his son, his ONLY son, to die. For me.
I find myself crying into my pillow every night because I am unable to have more children. The joy that having my sweet girl, my baby Grace, is indescribable. I crave more of this joy, dream of filling my house with little children. Yet, God had one son, and sent him to die. He knew what would happen, and did it anyway, because he loved me.
How can I lay in bed and cry any longer? How can I not jump out of bed, wanting to shout praise and dance in my room?
So, this blog will be my outlet, my way to praise and shout, as well as cry for help to the one God who loves me enough to do what is best for me, even if it brings Him pain.
