As I’m writing this post, on my heart are my sisters waiting for their babies, the battle-bruised warriors fighting infertility. It’s a beast, that monster, but I’m proud of you (of US) fighting the battle that’s waged war on our lives. Some of the strongest women I know are waiting for their arms to be filled – sometimes with grace and sometimes with a fist in the air, Oreo crumbs in the bed, and mascara-stained pillows. But always with grace. Grace to face the day dripping with grief. Grace to smile at a growing belly. Grace to show up when the celebration cuts like a knife. You’re warriors. You’re jewels. You are brave. You are valuable. You were bought at a price and you are loved deeply and passionately as much as you love your children deeply and passionately.
And you are NOT forgotten.
This is a part The Nester’s 31 Day challenge. To check out the other brave bloggers, visit here. To follow along with my 31 days challenge of Rogue Living, head over to my 31 Days page to read all the posts this month.