Some days the weight of my past pulls me down and I can hardly push on. When I can only focus on my failures.
My body failed me and I am so mad at it. It had one job and it failed. I did everything I was suppose to do, and it still failed. The doctors didn’t come out and say that it was my fault for Jonah’s complications, but they suspected it.
Some days it’s hard to get past the struggle and break free from my failures, but I know these days won’t last forever. Because this is not who I am suppose to be. I am Jonah’s mom, but I am not suppose to be bound up and tied down to my failures.
My body failed me, but it still gave me the greatest gift I could ever imagine.
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. – Romans 8:18