I'm not going to lie. I thought today might be the hardest day of this year. It's Mother's Day. It was supposed to be my first Mother's Day as a mom.
Fortunately, this has been a relatively fun day in which I have given thanks over and over.
Not because I wanted to. No. My sinful desire is to pout and cry and become bitter.
Thankfully, I'm allowing God to win this war.
Baby Israel (Remember him? The boy we were supposed to adopt...) came and spent the night with us last night.
That boy is so stinking sweet and so stinking beautiful.
His mother was feeling overwhelmed and needed some help. She allowed us to keep him overnight so that she could get a good night of sleep.
He might not be my son, but he is still a piece of my heart. And we're currently being given the permission to build a relationship with him.
Today, during church, we sang "How Great is Our God" by Chris Tomlin. During the song, I looked over at Chance who was snuggling with baby Israel. I began to cry. Not because of the failed adoption - yes that's disheartening - but because our God really is great. He's great despite all the circumstances of this sinful world.
These past few weeks I would have said, "God is great" with my mouth. Today, I said it with my heart.
Happy Mother's Day.
It truly is happy.
Jesus has won the war.