There are years that ask questions and years that answer. 

 – Zora Neale Hurston

five years ago today I woke up to a new scar on my chest.

in the cardiovascular intensive unit.

tubes draining blood from that incision. 

IV’s.  

as someone who had never taken anything stronger than advil i now had moriphine coursing through my veins.  

 I woke up to my mother smiling, telling me they repaired what they thought was unrepairable. 

… which meant, i could have babies down the road. 

{it is more complicated than that, but that’s the gist}

I smiled, and fell back to sleep.

if 2008 was the year for asking every question under the shining sun.

2013 feels like the year so much gets answered.  

The last five years of my life have been my favorite.  

It’s been amazing watching God answer my questions.  

He uses it all; every crappy situation.  for good.  

It’s hard to believe when you’re in the thick of it… but on the other side it is clear as day.  

 

 Right now there is a healthy sleeping baby covering the scar that runs down the middle of my chest.

the scar that reminds me how God can use all of our scars, messes, and imperfections for something truly remarkable.  His beautiful plan.