Mother's Day
I have spent some time reflecting on the holiday for obvious reasons...I desperately want to be a mom.
That isn't my reality yet, so instead, I will focus on the most important part of this day...My mom.
It is funny how the stories correlate, especially now, as Regan and I are starting the adoption process (more on that later).
33 years ago, in her own place of desperation, having tried for years to have a child of their own, my mom and dad adopted me. I was the second daughter they adopted domestically. Two and a half years later, the Lord would open her womb and my little sister would join us, biologically.
The Lord knew that this time in my life would come. He knew from the minute I was born. He knew that the mom He hand selected for me would have walked the same road, would have felt the pain and desperation, would be all to familiar with the anguish, the jealousy, and the sadness. He knew, 33 years ago when I was born, that He had the perfect women to be my mom.
I can go on and on about how wonderful of a mother she has been my entire life. How she encouraged me to be the best at whatever I did. How she loved me unconditionally even when I made mistakes. How she always brought me back to the truth of God's word. How she prayed, on her knees for me all through out my life. I can tell you about how she ask the hard questions, and challenged me to see where I am wrong, and lovingly encourages me to change for the better...
Honestly, I could go on and on...
But today, her role takes on a whole new meaning and I am so much more thankful that 33 years ago, when I didn't know where I would be, or what my life would be like...the Lord chose her.
This journey I am on would look completely different without my mom walking it with me.
Every time I talk to her, cry with her, or am reminded of her own journey, I see God's faithfulness and I am forever grateful.
I love you mom. You are "chosen" and I am forever grateful.
Patiently Praying to be a mom myself-
Much Love-
Al
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