Hearing Great is Thy Faithfulness brings tears to mine and my husband’s eyes, pain rooted in empty arms of miscarriage. For months, he holds me at night while playing that song repeatedly and I cry. My loving husband prays out to God to bless us with children. Tears eventually stop, life goes on, and prayers continue.
Mother’s Day, for some, is difficult; missing moms, missing babies, reminders of what’s missing. Another miscarriage brings fewer tears, but more doubt that we will have children of our own to love.
Four years later, I’m in the fifth month of pregnancy and in the hospital. I worry about our baby. My husband and doctors worry about me. Sixty pounds lighter and two months unable to keep food down is not good during pregnancy. They pump me full of fluids, run tests, and God heals me. The baby is fine. Our precious beautiful daughter enters our arms on Valentine’s Day, perfect and healthy. Another year and we conceive our son. He blesses us just before Christmas.
Our children are intelligent and active teenagers now. They serve God with their gifts and talents whole-heartedly. We treasure every moment with them.
Tears of joy sting our eyes as the lyrics bellow, “All I have needed, Thy hand hath provided. Great is Thy Faithfulness, Lord unto me.” May you be blessed and fulfilled this Mother’s Day.