I have a handful of failed ventures in my life. Some of which are disappointing and maybe a little embarrassing. And sometimes I consider my ministry, Lullaby of Hope, and how I wish God chose someone else. It causes me to re-live my daughters death at times that I want to be happy. But God calls us to be holy, not happy. He has given me an incredible testimony. Why would I ever wish that testimony to go away? This week has been challenging as I have ministered to two Mother's that gave birth to their babies and then their babies died. One at 3 days old and the other at 6 weeks old. I feel inadequate to reach out to them because Gracia died 24 weeks gestational. But as I trust God, He fills the gap. I don't have to be a perfect fit, I just have to be willing. He is the potter and I am the clay. As I consider the last 10 months of my life, I am humbled and so very thankful. God has developed my testimony into a unique story that can't be distorted. A story that can not be forgotten. A story that I get to share with generations to come.
Forgive me Father for wanting to write my own story, clearly You are the great author.