A peace that passes all understanding

As I type this I sit in a building that has held many moments that impacted my journey. This medical center has been where I prayed for my dads life to be blessed with more time as he waited for his liver transplant. I have come to this facility to sit at my grandmothers bedside as she slowly succumbed to COPD and congestive heart failure. It was here that I had surgery with the hopes that I would some day be blessed with becoming a mother. it was here that I came in early labor hoping that my child would survive if born too early. Eventually it was here that I gave birth to my first child, Jacob. On his due date. Now it is here that I sit giving praise to God for the gift of time.

My mom is quietly resting beside me and I can't imagine how things could have been had I not chosen to board a flight at 5am on Saturday. This week will be but a blink of my journey. But in this moment, I find myself thankful for the blessings, the love and the mercies that have occurred in this facility. For His love has always been bigger than my trials.