The wedding was stunning in every way, the bride a fantasy princess, the groom Sir Galahad personified. Their only rival for attention were spectacular vistas framing the ceremony. Family and friends gathered to witness and celebrate. A spectacular honeymoon was almost anti-climactic.
Promising careers… white picket fences … beautiful people.. life is good, almost perfect … almost.
Months and years pass, life is good, almost perfect…almost.
Empty nursery, dreams of progeny unfulfilled. Doubts and questions, Why? Who?
God’s will? Surely not.
Google it. No stone unturned. Calendars, thermometers, timing is everything. Hurry home, now is the time. Doctors, meds. Try harder!
Surely it is God’s will.
Resignation. It is not to be.
Foster parenting. Hearts aching. Choice, not chance.
We’ve done it. Nursery songs ..diapers.. Mama…Dada
Life is almost perfect..almost. No matter. Thank you God.
Life is good.. love abounds. No calendars…no thermometers, no demands.
Could it be? Yes! How could it be?
Did we just get out of the way?
Surely it’s God’s will.
