As I sit rocking my baby, I am overwhelmed by God’s grace – everyday grace.
I think back to when I rocked a crying baby, and remember God’s promise to me in that sad, tear streaked moment. I remember the whisper assuring me that we would have more babies. I remember placing my hand over my womb and hearing the name Timothy. The baby who would one day fill my womb and the place in my arms and in our family.
Now here I sit – a promise fulfilled. Praise the Lord!
This post is part of 31 Days of Everyday Grace series. You can see all the posts here.