She meant well. My friend was only trying to sympathize. Kelly wasn’t the first to say it after she heard about our son. In my younger mothering days, I believed it, too—that I could only be as happy as my least happy child. But now I don’t think it’s true. Content Means Sufficient Because I’m learning…
Would he have come through surgery so swimmingly if my friends had not prayed?
I don’t know for sure.
But I do know this. God chooses to use our actions to accomplish his sovereign plan.
I woke up in a bad way. Anxiety, sadness and—the worst—self-pity were flying all around me. The joy-snatching “If-Birds” wanted to nest.
Is nine years a long time?
Nine years is how long this little red dress hung on its plush, velvet hanger at the far side of the guest-bedroom closet. A son came, and God did not open my womb again.
And I never quite knew what to do with the silk -little, rosy red dress.