I spent a while being really angry at God. I didn't think He was upholding His side of the plan. You see, from the time I was a little girl I knew I would be a mama. And when I got married God told me I would have three children. My first pregnancy was riddled with complications which resulted in bedrest starting at 5 months. Then 4 months post partum I ended up pregnant with my second child. That pregnancy wasn't easy either, and 3 months in I found myself again on bedrest. When all was said and done I was told that more pregnancies were out of the question for me. It just wasn't safe. This sent me into a really long and hard depression. I was sure God had slighted me, that He hadn't held true to his promise. Then I found myself in the position to adopt a child. God hadn't failed me.
Three towels... three coats...three stocking... three kids. Three reminders that God keeps His word.
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