Heavy

Not many words tonight. Just heaviness. I feel stalled. I feel as if my life is on hold. I want to be pregnant. I want to have a child growing inside me. I long. The longing is like a living thing. Life looks a little bleak tonight. This house needs two babies. My arms are too empty.

So I am clinging to my God, and his promises.

No matter what comes, I praise Him. I praise Him through my tears, through my aching, longing mother's heart. I praise Him with an empty womb. I praise Him, because I trust Him.