"Faith is taking the first step
even when you don't see the whole staircase."
I'm 37 today. Thirty seven.
How did I get here? How have Jake & I just had the privilege of celebrating our 8th year of marriage already? It's a privilege that we fought for - a privilege that we have very much earned the right to celebrate. After all, a lot of marriages don't even make it this far, sad to say.
Truthfully, I must say with each passing year, the twinge in my heart gets a little deeper.
And there is a sadness, hidden behind the celebration of blessings. Amid the thankfulness of another year, there is something missing. No, not something, but someone.
For another year of trying to have a child has passed.
Yet we pray, we hope, we believe - that we will be parents some day.
Sometimes, I think the hardest part of faith is believing what we cannot see. No, not God - for I see Him daily in numerous ways, but rather His Plan for my life.
It is hard for me to see His Plan, bc I am limited by my very human eyes. And try as I might, I just can't see the whole picture - the Greater Plan.
And no, I may not know why certain things happen or don't happen. I may never know this side of Heaven; however, at times, I do see glimpses His Plan.
So with each year that passes, I cling to my faith. And I forge on, one step at a time, even if I don't see the whole staircase.