Who could’ve imagined the magnificence of this journey. I was one of those people who had it all under control. All of the goals that I set for myself were being accomplished all according to plan – my plan. Now, I know there is a greater plan and so humbly – I yield. Who could’ve imagined what joy I would come to know becoming a Mom. First through third…all a blessing! I’m not saying that I haven’t known trials, tribulations or even heartache. What I know is that I am to count it all joy. I appreciate every milestone – no matter how small. I know unconditional love. I am learning how to think of myself less. I hope to one day be entirely selfless. I have learned the importance of hope. I seek possibilities where none seem obvious. I let love light the way. I let my heart fuel the search and my hope sustain me. Without hope, the question would be – why bother. I count it all joy – every tear, every barrier, every step (or two) backward, every tough moment, every time a defeating thought comes, every battle, every no, every person who has no idea about this journey, and every happy face I muster the courage to put on when I don’t feel like smiling. It has all brought me to this moment where I can give thanks to God for what he has brought me and my family through. I count it all joy so that I can continue to hope.
