I will pour the water down upon a thirsty barron land
And streams will flow
From the dust of your bruised and broken soul
And you will grow like the grass
Upon the fertile plains of Asia by the streams
Of living water you will grow
Oh.. you will grow …… Daniel Beddingfield
About six and a bit years ago, I belief that this promise was made to me. How it came about is a whole different story. But you see, I belief in God. My daughter died, and I did not understand why. The night before her heart stopped, I prayed: “God I do not understand, but I trust your hand in this. It was a tough pill to swallow but throughout this time I was held. I was taken care of. I never understood the words of this song. It was just a nice tune, until then. The words began to have meaning.
I still often sing this as I smile and see my life being blessed in so many ways. It is not all happy moments, but I had a life lesson that broke my heart and I am stronger because of it. In the last year we have lost two more babies, one of them a baby boy and the other one’s sex is unknown. We have lost, but something in my heart was always preparing me for this. Something told me every time that this is going to happen and it is going to be ok. That I am going to be ok.
Right now I am OK. We were yet again blessed with another baby. We still have a way to go before we will be holding this baby in our arms, but we still have hope that this will all go well. Knowing that we were the 1% once, makes us one of the 1 % forever, but we take it one day at a time and every day that goes by is a blessing, a promise fullfilled, and we say thank you every night for what we were given already……almost five years of parenthood and looking at these little faces every day.
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