I was 6 weeks pregnant and I had some bleeding. The doctor office said my levels were low and I was likely experiencing another miscarriage. I stopped in a boutique on the way home and as I stood before a simple sign with the word “Grace” written on it, God spoke to me. I felt a calmness wash over me and He said “you will have a daughter and name her Grace.” At 21 weeks our precious daughter was born- way too early for this world and with a birth defect that would have prevented her from ever living outside of my womb. While I struggled to understand the why (and still do) I know without a doubt the reason God stopped me in the store that day. He knew I would want something to remember Chandler Grace by. Something to look at on the hard days and be reminded of God’s goodness and grace. I will never stop longing for our only daughter, but on the days when I feel overwhelmed I make the choice to lean into God. I lean into the promise God made to me when I was 6 weeks pregnant. That if He already knew my daughter’s name, before I had even thought of it, He knows far more what I need and far more of what my purpose is yet to become. My daughter’s legacy lives on in that hope.
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