Monday, May 11, 2015

Something different


Every mother's day Cameron buys me 5 white roses to signify the 5 lives knit together in my womb but never delivered into our arms.  He buys me two red roses to signify Micah and Ben's birth and this mother's day there was something different in the usual 7 roses.  An 8th rose sits in a vase, red and mixed with yellow.  Red, symbolizing the birth of a little girl and the yellow symbolizing the hope of her joining into our family and being called our daughter.  Not of my blood, but beautifully given into our arms by a God who has not abandoned her to be an orphan.  This mother's day is different.  This mother's day I look down at the roses and see the 8th one, something different, yet something beautifully being put together by God.  Each of those roses have made a difference in my life and will continue to make a difference, I'm grateful for each one.

I also spend mother's day looking at the white roses and praying for my friends who are childless.  Five years there were only white roses which filled my vase on mother's day and I longed for the birth of a sweet baby.  God is faithful and I pray for those of my friends who are waiting to call a child their own.

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