My husband and I were watching seasons of Parenthood. When the tears flooded in unexpectedly.
I cried for the baby we just lost. I cried out about the dream of having a big family. Of wanting at least 4 kids, and our struggle to just have Matthew.
About financial struggles that I had never dreamed for us. I cried.
I cried. About dreams gone by and now I am left in the aftermath asking God to give me peace and guide our path. Because thus far my dreams have been trampled in the mud.
Like my car in the flooded road. Ruined for the moment with need to deep clean get down to the bear basics and slowly put back together....some day, maybe.
*sigh*

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