Hope is what we cling to in hard times. For so long, we have been hoping.
This weekend, we’re at the beach with Coy’s family. We rang in 2018 at the same beach with my family. I was about 8 1/2 months pregnant here. And I was so ready to see this sweet boy that I had already fallen in love with.
While we were here, we were hoping that the next time we were back here, Will would be with us. And here we are again. This time, we’re a little more than 8 1/2 months out from his death. Life is weird. Everything is so different now. And life will never be the same because of Will. I learned SO much about myself, life, love, and the goodness of God.
And again, we are full of hope. Hoping that one day, we will have another baby, and hopefully a baby we can have on this side of Heaven for all of our lives.
Great is Thy Faithfulness is such a perfectly worded hymn. “Strength for today and bright HOPE for tomorrow, blessings all mine with ten thousand beside.” I never knew how much I would hope. And with everything I have been through, I don’t think I ever lost faith or trust in God’s plan or gave up hope.
Joy in the Mourning 