Today, William is two months old. Never would I have dreamed I would celebrate two months of his life with him still not home with us. We seem to be nearing the end of this phase of the journey, but there is still so much uncertainty. We don’t know what lies ahead for our sweet little man, but we have come a long way.
The road has been, and still is, a long and painful one, but it is not bleak and barren. All along its length it is hedged with the blooms of God’s faithful love and provision. His kindness beams down upon this road like sun through the branches of ancient trees. At every bend, more challenges and disappointments crowd about me from the shadows, but the goodness of God surrounds me, shielding me from their grasping, ghostly fingers. Gazing back on the way I have come, my heart is filled with a wistful gratitude. Wistful, because I could still wish things had been ordered differently for me, but grateful, because I begin to see the beauty of the way I have been called to walk. I have not journeyed this far alone. My God has walked beside me for every faltering step, and he will never leave.
Happy two months, little man! I love you more than I could ever express, and I am thankful to walk this road with you.