After Titus fell asleep tonight I just held him and
cried. Because
it’s not fair that I have him, when so many are still waiting for their babies. Because I’m so thankful for him. Because he is more than I deserved. Because he is a miracle (all
babies are, but he’s my miracle).
Infertility has been heavy on my heart... I'm having lunch this week with a friend who has been dealing with infertility for three years. Another sweet friend of mine that I got to spend some time with last week has endured a failed IVF and two failed adoptions, they are not sure what their next steps will be. One of my blog friends just found out her IVF was unsuccessful. So much heartache. And yet I get to rock my son to sleep tonight. It's just not fair. In my HEAD, I know God is faithful and is writing a beautiful story with each of their lives, that He is working even now in the midst of the pain and that the outcome will be better than anyone could have imagined. But my HEART just hurts for my friends. And I would do anything to make it all better.
