Thanks-Living: Opposition our Opportunity

Thanks-Living: Opposition our Opportunity

One word – empty.

The walk to our car was long, dark and quiet. Not a word muttered between my husband and me. Deep sadness dug its trench in the pit of our souls. Our hearts were overwhelmed with this unfamiliar, unforeseen experience. Our hands – empty.

Three times before, it had been a right of passage. Whisked by a wheel chair out of our safe domain to take our new adventure home. Decked out with balloons, adorned with flowers of celebration. My lap, typically, weighed down by an oversized car-seat filled with bundles of blankets and a tiny cherub.

But this time all my hands held was my husband’s. No entourage. No balloons. No baby.

We were discharged from the hospital and had to leave our precious baby girl behind. Of course, it was for her best. She couldn’t breathe on her own. But my empty womb and empty hands threw my heart into crisis. And this opposition seemed more than this mama could overcome.Continue reading