Ten Years

It's been 10 years on Tuesday. A decade. I'm really not even sure what to make of that. I have no idea how it has been that long. But it has. And I want to share that day. Maybe you'll wonder why, so I'm going to tell you.

I will share it, in detail, for myself. It is my therapy. It is my healing. My journey to healing was slow, dreadfully slow, until I began to share. It is then that I was able to bound forward and find true reconciliation for my yesterday and my today.

I will share it for my daughter. Because one day she may have questions. One day she will be a mother. One day she may want to understand.

I will share it for that one other person out there who will read it and, for the first time, feel like someone else gets it. Like someone else understands. Like they are not alone. That one other person who finds camaraderie or solace. That one person who moves one step closer to healing.

November 15, 2001. One word changed everything. One diagnosis catapulted me...us...onto a path that was our nightmare and our saving grace. It changed me. It changed us. And I have never been so humbled and so grateful to have been chosen for such a trial that has brought (and continues to bring) so many blessings. That  heartache that filled me with perspective, compassion, empathy and appreciation I could in no other way have gained.

Ten years ago, I crumbled. Today, I stand...rebuilt by the compassion and strength of a faithful and unfailing God who carried me through it all.

On November 15, I will share what it was like the day I learned that my first child, my unborn baby girl, had a life-threatening birth defect...gastroschisis.

Linking up with Stacey for Write It, Girl!