Noah’s Due Date

Today was supposed to be Noah’s original due date 💔👼🏼

Who knew I’d be delivering him back in September instead. Oh how unexpected life can be, right?

Sure, I wish Noah was still here with us. And I wish NO ONE had to experience the same loss that we have had to go through. But in these types of desperate moments, we can either GROW from our tragedies or draw ourselves closer to God. OR BOTH! 💖 I know God’s plan for our lives is far greater than what we can ever imagine. And so much light and goodness has come from Noah being called HOME so soon.

I’ll be thinking about our first-born baby A LOT today. About all the months I was pregnant with him, holding and loving him from inside my womb. The flutters I felt when he was doing somersaults in my tummy. All the times he was pressin’ on my sciatic and causing me so much pain (that I wouldn’t change for anything). All the times we saw him on our gazillion ultrasounds — oh, how quickly he grew inside of me during those months. And I’ll always remember the first time we ever saw & heard his little heart beating. God blessed us with Noah’s tiny little life in my womb last year — He’s done it before, and I know He’ll do it again!! 🙌🏼

But seriously though…… How amazing is it that I get to tell people for the rest of my life that I carried an angel inside of me? ❤️🙏🏼😭


“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.” — Jeremiah‬ ‭29:11‬

“I tell you, you can pray for anything, and if you believe that you’ve received it, it will be yours.” — Mark‬ ‭11:24‬

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