“I can’t be in the pictures,” I’d told the newborn photographer from my hospital bed, shaking my head. “No, I can’t. I just—I don’t look good.”
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She didn’t know what I’d been through.
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I didn’t want her to know.
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“All the moms day that,” she’d said, focusing her lens. “You’ll be glad you took some photos.”
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My cheeks burned. I wished I was like all the moms.
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New blog post, because it’s almost my baby’s first birthday, which means it’s also almost the one year anniversary of the hardest day of my life. I haven’t shared a lot here about the trauma I went through to bring my treasure-baby into this world, but I think my story is worth sharing, if for nothing else, than to show that God has already overcome 💛 Link in bio
You know, it kinda comes down to this:
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I could be fearful of what’s happened to me in the past, afraid of what could happen in the future...OR I could decide, “There are beautiful things in this world, and I am going to write about them.”
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“...Now choose life, so that you and your children may live and that you may love the Lord your God, listen to His voice, and hold fast to Him. For the Lord is your life...” Deut. 30:19-20.
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#whyiwrite
