I thought about you every time I glimpsed her strong arms and sticky, brown hands or took in her deep voice and quiet laugh. The way she teased us when she looked away, testing our love for her. Was this you as a child? Is this how life has played out for you? Raw brokenness made new?
From one mother to another, I want you to know that I cried for you on this day, the second anniversary of her birth. I wonder, do you notice the scars on your body? Are they reminders of this child that you carried in your womb for such a short time but can't seem to forget? Or maybe you don't want to forget? Or perhaps, do you struggle with the deep, jagged, internal scars that brought forth life but left an ache in your empty arms?
On this day, do those scars break open and bleed fresh? Do the memories rush back, exposing your brokenness in a torrent of painful emotions that make your arms ache and your heart weary?
I prayed today that your brokenness would be made new. That while your arms are empty, God would hold you in His.
Through this invisible thread that connects us I whisper your name in her ear and I see you in her dark brown eyes and long, feathered eyelashes that are so captivating. Then she looks at me, her dark eyes penetrating. Does she understand? I can’t look away.
I woke up with you on my mind this morning. I thought about you and prayed for you. And I want you to know... I see you.
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