“His mercies are new every morning (Lamentations 3:23).” If I could just get through the night, his mercies would be new when the light broke over the horizon. When I saw that first hint of light, I could breathe a sigh of relief because his mercies were new. Every day he’d give me new strength, new life, new energy, and new love for this tiny unpredictable child in my arms.
Today a friend and I met at a coffee shop in the rain, and let our three kids run around in the outside dining area.
We can’t carry our children on our own, so he picks up our precious babies, holding them close to his heart, and carries them when we cannot. We get to stay with our people, keep up with our lives, and also have the most loving, caring God take care of our babies.