This poem and the Lament for the Death of a Dream both speak to my grieving heart regarding infertility. Seven years and many miscarriages later the Lord has still said “not yet,” and this reminds that God is the giver of good gifts and yet sometimes the thorn is a gift too and I’m learning how to embrace it.
This poem and the Lament for the Death of a Dream both speak to my grieving heart regarding infertility. Seven years and many miscarriages later the Lord has still said “not yet,” and this reminds that God is the giver of good gifts and yet sometimes the thorn is a gift too and I’m learning how to embrace it.
I watched your Reel version of this just a few hours ago :) So happy to see your name pop up on my Substack feed!