Following the most grueling, painful and difficult hours of my life — came the single greatest moment of my life. The day my first child, my son was born. From the moment our eyes met, my life would forever change. I never fully understood the love of a mother, until that moment. I never fully understood God’s love for us, until that moment.
GRAND FORKS, N.D. -- I was rushing out the door, stressed, exhausted and running behind for work. Lately my 2-year old has been getting up in the middle of the night, and while the “night shift” for a parent isn’t easy, it’s also some of the most precious moments I’ve had with my children. I love snuggling, singing and rocking Josie back to sleep. But it means, the next morning, I am tired. The past few weeks, I’ve been getting too stressed at work.
It’s total silence, as I walk into the room with Josie on my hip and holding Joey’s hand. I say a silent prayer, hoping my children will be quiet for one hour, knowing it will never happen. Then, we sit down in the pew and the “Sunday marathon” begins. I love going to church on Sunday, I always have. When I was young and single, I spent many Sundays on my knees, praying to God to give me children, and he answered my prayers.