Many people inspire me and one special person believes in me so here I am writing.
I extend loving arms full of gratitude to my cousin Kate for her faith in my voice.
Writing has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. Today I jump off into the unknown and begin writing outside my safe home of journals and letters to loved ones. Here I go!
My Loving Arms
Knowing I have loving arms made hoping for children easy; but getting to fill them up with children did not come in a straight line. Years of waiting gave me unwelcome time to mold my plan and unlayer what I dreamed of experiencing.
My first dream was t0 create this atmosphere of unconditional love, peace, and harmony for as many children as I could produce! Cultivating that was easy with my amazing, faith filled husband. Waiting was downright uncomfortable. As irritating as an itch so far out of reach no corner I leaned against could satisfy the frustration.
Knowing so strongly and deeply my love was meant to flow through children was agony. My most written in journal was black with a beet red heart in the middle encircled with thorns. The words and tears that sewed together my longings were sacred and comforting.
Only God could hold my head in his lap and help me as this ardent love filled my soul. Waiting and hoping with every breath, I prayed and waited. And God sent me angels to help me prepare my loving arms.
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