Gratitude Friday...

This week, it seems, has been a bombardment of stories about babies lost.  Some during the third trimester. Some shortly after a premature birth.  Some just a few months after a completely normal birth.  

My heart breaks.

While I was resting in bed trying to get over this darn cold, the enormity of it hit me.  How completely undeserving we are of the miracle of little Rhys.  How precious the time is we have with Aubrey Kate.  She is only on loan to us.  As Rhys will be.  

How amazing it is to have a healthy pregnancy...twice.  My minor aches and inconveniences are just that. Minor.  So many women face a battle of body verses will.  Their body just won't succumb to their will.  

And most importantly, no matter what this life brings with our children, we are enormously grateful.  For every moment, every giggle, every kiss on a boo-boo, every kick to my bladder, every Braxton hicks contraction, every sleepless night.  All of it.  

For we know, Christ ordains all we see, smell, touch and feel.  Without Him, it ends.  He makes it so.  

Thank you, Lord, for giving us today.  It is a gift and we are humbled.