rooted and grounded in love.

This time of the year has always been hard for me; Mother’s Day itself, and the days and weeks leading up to Mother’s Day. Each year I found myself struggling to face the day. I would find myself digging into a dark place where my inadequacy was staring me straight in the face. I found myself angry with God; the same God who in the beginning of my marriage, assured me that he placed Kevin and I together for a reason. And although He knew my desires to have a family, promised me that He had a plan. Every Mother’s Day I was angry and sad: angry because I would never have the honor of being a mama, sad because deep down, it hurt. And I’ve never blamed Kevin. He told me from the very start that he was unable to have any more children. I knew going into this that I had a choice, and I chose to trust God. The same God who I questioned and cried to because I wanted nothing more than to be a mama. Kevin and I explored many options in the beginning of our marriage, and even talked abo...