I look back at these pictures and I can feel her pain. I can feel her anxiety about giving birth during covid. I can feel the loneliness and isolation. I can hear the hateful things people said about her pregnancy affecting her.
I look at this picture and I want to give her a bear hug. She was so hard on herself. She let others bring her down. I want to rewind and do it again. It feels like joy was stolen from me. It feels like something so sacred was taken from me.
So what do we do? What do I do to look back at those memories with regret?
We 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖. We look at every blame we’ve put on someone else and we set boundaries in those relationships. We look at every regret we have and we get to the core of why we feel/felt that way. We do the hard work and we 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖.
I now look at this picture and see a girl that kept going. I see a girl that made it through a pregnancy at the height of a pandemic. I see a girl that has the cutest baby belly. I see a girl that continued to pastor and pour into others even when her tank was dry. I see a girl that MADE IT through dark days.
Doing the work is hard, but getting out of the darkness is worth it. Get out of the bed. Ask for the help. Set the boundaries with people that don’t cheer you on. Show yourself the same grace, the mercy, the absolute love that Jesus has for you. 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖.