For over a year and a half, we tried to conceive a child.
However, after eighteen months of disappointment, we began to suspect that it wasn’t meant to be.
Perhaps God wanted us to let go and to be content with the family that we had.
We grappled with this for another half a year.
In the process, I grieved. Deeply and wildly.
It was a lonely road to travel. No one, except for Rick, truly understood how I felt.
Whoever knew that it would be so painful to stop producing offspring?
One day, towards the middle of last year, I woke up and I was at peace.
God had given me contentment.
Today, as I write this, I am five months pregnant with the child that we had longed for.
This was God’s surprise gift to us.
Completely unprepared for.
But nonetheless, surely, it is the most beautiful gift of all…