I've felt over the past couple of years that there's always something looming... a pregnancy that may or may not be viable, a due date that would never be realized, a prophecy that has yet to bare fruit or prove true, but carries weight.
Friday, June 6th was my last outstanding due date. In a sense my miscarriage back in October is now complete. I mourned quietly and alone. I talked to God. And He gave me peace and hope. I got up and I continue on.
Sunday was a sort of expiration date for a potentially prophetic word as the arrival of my monthly cycle verified that once again, I am not pregnant this month. I can't go into the details without violating a dear friend's privacy but I can say that I feel a welcome sense of freedom. Perhaps permission from my body to enjoy a fresh start.
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I let out a big, refreshing sigh (the good kind) for you as I read this post.
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