Some mornings I am simply overwhelmed by how blessed I am. Simple things remind me. Jogging shoes. Streaming shower water. A cup of tea.

Infertility and miscarriages aside, I live a gift. My life a gift. My Savior the ultimate Giver.

For the past several weeks since my most recent miscarriage, I have been challenged to seek The Lord for the simple purpose of enjoying His presence. Worshipping. Giving thanks. And it has been in that thanksgiving that my strength as emerged. Not as an optimistic ray of sunshine. I don’t believe all my dreams will come true. But, I’m in awe of the Dream Giver. Christ is the one who beckons us to throw ourselves onto His mercies and find rest…not a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow…but rest. Joy in the sheer magnitude of His creation.

I’m also discovering again how much I love exercise…there is something very therapeutic in a Zumba dance rhythm. It is nice to be sore due to weight lifting or a good, long run versus the horrible pain caused by the some of the past infertility treatments. The things I took for granted in the past…

But, I digress…

I am blessed. We are blessed. Not perfect. We live in a broken world. Yet, we can live whole…because Christ lives inside of us. We can live healed…because there will come a day when we won’t shed tears.

I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to the happy reunion it will be when I meet the two little ones already waiting in Heaven. It is nice to know that on that day all our weeping will be wiped away.

Until then, live with me in the attitude of those gifted with life. Gifted with little simple things.


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  1. This is really beautiful, Lauren. Just read it again and was so blessed again. Your heart is so beautiful. Thanks, sister.

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