For a very precious friend...
I was drawn to you by a quiet whisper within my heart.
That still, small voice whispered words of hope, encouragement and blessing.
A blessing that I was chosen to give you.
A prayer that I was asked to pray...for you...
Over you.
And though that vision tarries my friend, it will come.
You will not be barren.
Your time of blessing will come.
I think you are incredible.
You are brave and courageous beyond belief.
You have the kind of faith that pleases God.
You have hope, even in the darkest of nights.
You inspire!
Me.
You have a smile, although your heart breaks.
Often.
Every minute, of every day.
And yet, you hold your head up high!
As a daughter of the Most-high God should...
...even though I know, that fear is a constant unwanted, unwelcome, companion.
You are a wife,
...a daughter,
...a sister,
...a friend...
You are a Mother.
A Mother with empty arms, but a heart overflowing with memories.
A Mother connected to heaven by invisible threads of heartache...
A Mother who yearns - aches - with a deep primal hunger for her babies.
...They were here for a moment only...
They tip-toed into your life...and just as quietly they left...
You saw them, not as the world does, but as a Mother does.
And I know my friend...I truly know!
That your arms are empty.
That your heart is aching.
That there are days that it hurts so much that you are afraid to look.
In case you see yet another woman...pregnant.
Yet another baby.
Not yours.
Every minute of every day your heart is with Them.
Your babies.
And yet... and yet you smile!
You believe!
You make Hope your constant companion!
And I my friend?
I am with you...
I am standing with you.
I am fighting with you!
And I will not give up!
Ever.
I am holding onto the hem of Jesus.
With you...
For you...
And I know that your time of rejoicing will come!
And though at times I know you can't see it through the fog of hurt, Jesus loves you, He hurts for you my sweet, sweet friend.
And He holds your precious babies close to His heart.
I believe that He watches them play and tells them every day just how precious you are!
I believe he reminds them every day just how special a Mother they have!
I believe He tells them stories of you every single day...
...so that one day, my beautiful friend, when your time here on earth is done and you are ushered into His presence...on that day my precious friend, you will be greeted in Heaven by Them...your babies!
Your children!
Whole and complete!
For you to love...
For you to touch...
For you to hold close and breathe in that sweet baby smell that you dream of...
For you to know...that they were there all along...waiting.
Just waiting...
For you.
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