Updated: Feb 11, 2019
What did you want to be when you grew up?
We all dreamed of being something; perhaps we even made plans for ourselves based on those dreams.
Some kids dream of being a doctor, a firefighter, or an astronaut.
Me? Aside from that stint where I thought I might be a famous musician (HA) or a big time pro basketball star (bigger HA), I always wanted to be a mom.
I literally dreamed about motherhood. I made plans for my life based on this long-term goal (if you could call it that). And, along with those dreams and plans came a level of expectation.
We all hope for and expect certain things out of life.
We hope for a Godly spouse.
We plan for a nice home.
We expect to have beautiful, healthy kids.
What happens when the reality you thought would be, no longer is?
My story looks a lot like this.
Life, to this point, was pretty much what I expected (except for a few extra marital spats, and a little more motherhood chaos than I could prepare for). Life was good. A husband. A home. Beautiful, healthy babies. Just like I had planned.
But then, the unthinkable happened-something you could never plan for- and life as we knew it was changed.
This article is a guest post over at Christ-Centered Mama,
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