As I sit here on a dreary February night, I am taken back to many moons ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. AF had just showed her ugly head and I was sitting on the steps. I was on the phone with my mom, bawling my eyes out, saying I would never get pregnant and that it just wasn’t in the cards for me. My mom, being my BFF and one the strongest women I know (more about her later), said “God has a plan” and I about lost my shit (mom you remember this, right?). I hated hearing this, I mean, I REALLY HATED to hear this! But being my mom, she stayed positive, even when the sky was gray she would always say “God has a plan”.
I remember thinking, screw His plan. Why is He punishing me? What did I do wrong? Why me? It was a very dark time. I stopped praying, I stopped hoping, I stopped being happy. I know you all can relate. It is a dark time, in anyone’s life that is going through it. But I want to say, keep the faith. God does have a plan, a plan bigger than you will ever know.
When I sit back and think of everything we went through, I know now it was to help others. Since I went through my own treatment and had my miracle; I have helped many other girls, several who will be guest bloggers. All of them have had a lot of heartache and all came out on the other side too, after many years.