Are You In Need of God’s Hope and Healing? (Guest Post)

I sat in church when my youngest son was just a few months old, surrounded by people who didn’t know I was climbing out of a dark valley. But God knew. And He met me there that Sunday.

As the pastor began a series on “Plan B” it’s as if I was his chosen audience. His words were healing balm to a weary postpartum mama desperate for assurance that the sun would shine again. He spoke about when our Plan A becomes a Plan B—when hard things happen that we didn’t expect. What do we do? Where is God in the mess? How do we make it through?

My husband and I prayed for years, waiting for another miracle and a sibling for our only son. And God was faithful to bless us with the gift of seeing two pink lines for a second time, despite the odds. We celebrated another glimpse of beauty rising from ashes, expectant of the joy to come in nine months. 

My Plan A was that following the awaited arrival of my newest son, I’d have a mostly easy recovery like I did the first time around. I’d enjoy newborn snuggles and the treasure of watching miracle brothers bond. Sure, I’d have some bags under my eyes and my body might feel a little beaten up, but that would improve before I knew it. We’d take a month off homeschooling and then I’d be ready to open schoolbooks again. And all the extra baby weight would melt away by the first year from being a calorie-burning nursing mama—just like it did the first time.

But I wasn’t prepared for the fiery arrow headed my way. 

Two weeks after delivering a healthy and beautiful baby boy, my Plan A became Plan B…

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