I was about to blog about something.
I logged in.
And my dashboard popped up.
A post from Christian's mom was listed.
Whatever I was about to post about (I seriously forgot what it was) flittered away as I read about this miracle. . . this little boy going home to his family after a tragedy. As his Mommy wrote. . . "he left home clinically dead and is coming back alive. Just think about that for a second. It's really miraculous..."
It is. A true miracle.
That's not it, either. I think about my dear friend, Kathy, a person that I have never met, not in person anyway. Yet, I feel as if we are sisters. We think so similarly, we blog from our hearts. We have both lost children, we have both endured so much pain, yet experienced so much triumph in the birth of our babies. If you haven't clicked over to Kathy's blog yet, please treat yourself to doing so. She is one of the most amazing women that I have had the pleasure of "meeting."
Speaking of miracles, here is another one. My sweet friend, Ms. J, had a rough road getting to a "safe place" in her pregnancy. As a fellow multiple-miscarriage survivor, I get it. I get that she isn't embracing this pregnancy as another might. She is starting to feel it, though, I can sense it. Go congratulate her on yet another miracle.
So, yeah. I don't exactly remember what I was going to post about.
But I like this post much, much better.
My husband often gives me a hard time about blogging, about the sad stories that make me cry, the posts that break my heart. Then, I show him the miracles that I get to see, the happy endings to stories that reinforce my faith in God and all that is good in this world. He still doesn't quite "get it."