After my last post about our infertility struggles, I felt exposed.
Allowing people into our private struggles wasn't comfortable. Letting you know how desperately I wanted to be a mother was an unexpected challenge.
But I approached it with the view I try to have of the world at large — one of hope... I never truly lost hope.
When I wrote this post about my peace with God if one child was all we would ever parent, I approached it with the same hope, but also a sense of humility.
I know I was hand selected to be K's mother. I know she was destined for our family. And I know our journey is an important story to share with as many people as possible because it is real evidence of God's living love for us all, even the forgotten children.
And now, I have another story to tell.
One of hope — against the odds of nature, modern medicine, and even logic at times.
One of humility — again, the Lord has trusted me with an amazing challenge and I pray and trust He is preparing me for what is to come.
I know I've been hand selected for this opportunity.
And I know this next family journey is an important story to share with as many people as possible, because it's just unbelievable enough to be true.
K's baby brother or sister, due December 2012.