My beautiful firstborn son would have been eight years old yesterday. Mother's Day was a little bittersweet this year. Though I am very blessed and enjoyed my time with my children and husband, my mind couldn't help but wonder to the child I didn't get to celebrate yesterday. My Nathaniel passed away when he was three, putting an end to all the "ouchies" (as he called them) for him, and creating a big ouchy for all of us left here.
Thank you Jesus for carrying my onward. . . Jesus you truly are my Comforter.