Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Eighteen weeks ago I walked into the hospital, barely halfway through my pregnancy and uncertian of our future. Two weeks later I left the hospital, no longer pregnant and with only a pump, some pictures and a heart full of terrified prayers.
For the next 109 days, I would go back to that hospital and for every single one of those 109 days my babies had to stay and fight for their lives and I had to leave empty handed again and again.
Monday night I walked into the hospital again and then yesterday I left with my babies.
If there are words to describe this experience and these feelings, they are lost on me. It is simply the most beautiful moments of my entire existance.
Psalm 113:9 - He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the Lord.