The past 2 years have been emotional and exhausting to say the least– all while battling depression from the scamdemic and its discriminations, lockdowns, church closures, locked-up grandparents….
-We started making plans to move to Texas with family, but that came to a halt when after a difficult, but “healthy” pregnancy, we lost our baby girl, Rue: delivering her straight into the arms of God.
-Our Gramma was locked up in a nursing home, and slowly dying alone, as they wouldn’t let us in with her. The moment it was possible, we brought her to live at my brother’s just in time for Christmas. Our family took turns caring for her, and we got to witness her quickly coming back to life!! PTL
-I had a nerve-wracking and emotional pregnancy just hoping our rainbow baby would survive, while constantly being reminded of Rue and her death.
Ro was born (its own stressful, but amazing story), and got to meet his sweet GG. 3wks later we discovered he had a life-threatening condition, and we would then spend weeks of each month in the hospital trying to get him stable, growing daily, and healthy. It’s daily and it’s exhausting, but I would do anything for our Ro Ro.
-We said “see you later” to my GG as she left to be with the Lord. SO thankful we got to spend the last 6 months of her life with her, in the comfort of a real home. She was surrounded by family who cherished her just as she cherished us all. xo
-I’m still grieving the loss of Rue daily. You may not see it or hear it, but the pain is still there.
SO YES… I’m thankful God’s mercies are new every morning, and He doesn’t hold back His comfort.
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
His mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in Him.”