Something has been on my heart for over a week and I wanted to somehow put it into words.
Since we became foster parents, and especially since Chloe’s death, I am told often how strong people think I am. I never quite know how to respond. I do not feel strong. In fact, most days, I feel week and very insecure (holy crow does this mamma have some big insecurities).
The reason I can move forward. The reason that I am not curled up in a corner crying over my broken heart and the “unfairness” of life is that I know where the strength comes from.
I am grasping a hold of God, my Strong Tower. I have no doubt in my mind that any amount of strength I poses in this journey comes directly from God. He lifts me up and wraps angelic arms of comfort around me (this is a mental picture He has given me many times when at my lowest). He has gotten me through. He has comforted my soul the most when it was the rawest. He has given me enough glimpses of His plan in my life that I eagerly keep putting one foot in front of the other.
I appreciate the encouragement from my friends and family. Even if you do not think you could do this, knowing you support us means a lot.
Just know what when you see strength in me, you are seeing a glimpse of God’s work here on earth.
Joshua 1:9: “Have I not given you your orders? Take heart and be strong; have no fear and do not be troubled; for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go,”