I asked my husband last week (Sunday or Monday), “Will it get better? Will the pain go away?”
He said, “Yes.”
I knew he was right. I mean, there’s always that heartache—that hole. But the brokenness?
I just wanted that to go away as soon as possible.
Well, it is better. In the midst of the toughest battle I’ve ever fought, the Lord still brings peace. It’s not fixed; it’s not perfect; but at least there’s a temporary sense of contentment.
Do you ever feel like you’re gearing yourself up for heartache? Like, “Okay, the embryos have been transferred. T minus two weeks until I crumble from a broken heart.”
But—that won’t happen next time. “I mean, obviously,” she sarcastically says to herself.
I’m thankful for peace today and praying it over my soon-to-be mommy friends.