She shifts her weight as she scans the teething biscuits, glancing up at Scarlette reaching for them from the shopping cart. “Oh, how old is she?” she asks
“Nineteen months” I reply, inwardly shaking my head at how fast time is passing
“She’s so tiny!” she exclaims, then wonders if she was premature. She wants to know how early she was, a question that always breeds more questions and I now am sharing my story again.
The question I am most frequently asked here about our experience with Scarlette is related to my faith. And for the longest time I didn’t answer because I felt as though it was so complex. Both raging at God and fully relying on Him in the same heartbeat seemed too hard to give words to.
It’s been impressed upon my heart lately to be a good steward of our story, this story. And though it isn’t the one I would have written, I trust the Author and I am humbled to narrate it.
So today I gave it words and I am honored to have them over at (in)courage. I hope that you would take a moment to read it and hear my heart. This? This is how we got through it.
(in)courage post: It Was On A Tuesday
{(in)courage is a community for women of faith. Each morning I sit coffee in hand and read the daily post as part of my devotional. I’m honored to house a portion of our story on this home for the hearts of women.}
