This year I finally received answers to questions I asked 9 long years ago. Questions I etched out into my journals with moans and tears.
I wondered why God was granting my sister-in-law the answers to her prayers, with the gift of beautiful twin girls, while I begged and pleaded for just one child. Why did He say no to me, and yes to her? Why did I have to suffer, while others rejoiced?
For years those questions remained unanswered. They sat dormant through a long winter season. Years and years of icy coldness.
But the moment when my daughter arrived, this amazing bubbly eight-year-old girl, who may not be born from our genes but is the spitting image of her Daddy (every last ornery, stubborn piece of him), winter thawed.
God’s silence on the subject of my infertility broke. His words echoed in thunders from the heavens.
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