Hey Momma, there is no rush to win a race. We are not running against time, competing against others, or getting some special award for the most accomplished. In the end, there is only the quality of time that we put into raising the precious babies the Lord has given us to train up.
Week after week, month after month, I found myself filled with fear, will I ever have a baby? Is something wrong with me? Is my past catching up with me? And despite doubt and fear trying its best to consume me, I never felt that God had left me. I knew that even though my mind was telling me one thing, God's word said another. God's word said I did not have to fear; God's word said I did not have to worry; God's word said that I could choose to trust in my problems or trust in him.
Moving out, the normal ritual that is supposed to happen, the rhythm of life. We know the moment they are placed in our arms, a screaming bundle of wet, squirming and you fall in love with a love so fierce it scares it you. And you have to let them go, they have to explore the world, find that job, learn that life lesson.
Having an autoimmune disease is incredibly challenging. Parenting with one is even more so. Regardless of our challenges, our highest calling and honor is to train up the next generation. Our kids watch us and learn by our daily choices. As flawed as we may perceive ourselves, I truly believe that with God as our strength, we CAN do it!