Promise of Life

The past few weeks, my blog has been less lace and more promise.

Promise of new hope, sunshine after rain and joy after pain.

This week I heard God speak in my inner spirit, "Be not disabled, rather healed."

I'm not sure if that was God's promise to me or my little girl.  Maybe both.

I'll take both.  

I made some pictures of the flowers in her yard.  I should say "their" yard because the man does most of the yard work in their home.

These are some of the irises that came from my mama's yard.  I take this as a sign of God's redeeming love, his promise of NEW LIFE.

  

Memorial Day is the 3 year anniversary of the miscarriage.  Almost to the day, they will get the results of the pregnancy test.  We are believing God.  

The embryo transfer went well.  She went back to work today.  She has had little or no side effects from the surgery or medication or transfer and the little baby is now a part of her body.  We are waiting with hope and praying for a positive test and a growing and healthy baby. 

My sweet son-in-law (and daughter, but he had the idea:) gave me these for Mother's Day. 

My sweet daughter-in-law (and son, but it was HER idea:) gave me this for Mother's Day.

Can I say I hand-picked my DIL AND SIL? Not really.  God did that!

Christy was given tulips, her favorite flower, from her sweet husband.

Connor and Cora (and Aunt Tina and Uncle Chad) gave these to my sweet girl for Mother's Day.  Christina is ready to be an aunt:)

Yes, fresh new life, a symbol of a NEW little life.  

Thanks for your prayers.  

Thanks for Believing with me, 

Bonnie:)