My Latest Struggle

This post has been on my heart for a few weeks. I just haven't had the energy to sit down and type it. There's something about the last few weeks of school that drains every ounce of energy from a teacher's body. But that's another post. . .

I really struggle when I see moms, with a child around Lincoln's age, who are pregnant. I'm not sure how to describe the feeling that comes over me other than to say that my heart literally aches. While I feel very blessed to have Lincoln, I can't help but wish that he would have siblings. I can't help but wish that I would get to experience the miracle of life once again without the ugly cloud of cancer over my head.

Sometimes I find myself thinking that God got me through Keith's illness and death, and now he's done. Afterall, that's how I would feel if I were in his shoes. You help someone for a while, but at some point there comes a time when you expect them to step out and do things on their own. Fortunately, that's not how God works. Philippians 1:6 says, ". . . That he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."