As I make this entry I realize it has a been a long time since I have written anything. The last two years have truly been rough going through a season of tremendous grief but even in my sorrow God has blessed me inspite of my actions.
Today as I write this it is still hard to believe that after losing my little Zuri, the next year I was to become the mother of little LJ. It was an emotional and draining pregancy. I was on pins and needles the whole time and little LJ was born early and spent six weeks in the hospital, God has truly proven himself faithful when I have not been. Today at 9 months old I still look at my son in awe and can't believe he is mine ande I am his.
The road to higher ground is still rocky and a whole new set of fears have set in, I realize that it is a daily struggle to ascend upward but I can't keep looking back because looking back will hinder me from teaching my son how to reach for higher heights on a daily basis.
I just want to thank God for his grace and mercy and in my weakness I ask for his continued strength.
