Sometimes at night, when a baby sleeps on my chest and I smell his faint scent, I look through the photos on my phone from the last few months. And I think...
I almost missed this🙈. There were so many leaps of faith that brought me here and so many times I just let God lead me even though logic and the world asked why.
When I jumped and married my husband.
Jumped and chose foster care before we were even established.
Jumped again and said yes while still picking up pieces from a broken heart.
Jumped for yet another yes despite the world thinking we couldn’t.
Jump, jump, jump.
Every one seeming like a leap of faith, something I couldn’t do on my own. Trusting in something bigger than me to protect my heart each leap. 👌🏼
And He did.
Every yes, every step...He was bringing me here.
I wish I could believe my jumping and leaping were going to be replaced with strolling along leisurely...but I don’t. I think there’s going to be a hundred more times I crumpled under the waves of doubt, falter on my walk on the water.
Plenty of times I find myself demanding the proof, despite knowing its there in my arms.
Falling asleep on my chest. Holding my hand while we walk. Kissing me goodnight.
But though I may doubt, though I may forget, though I may falter-Christ never does.
And those hard moments? Will someday be followed by me looking back and thinking
Glory to God alone for getting me here. 💙
Thanks for making me take the leaps, even when it’s scary in the air.
I know where I’m landing every time. 🙌🏼