Hands Were Heavy

I am so blessed that through this journey to you, we have been given such support by our friends and family. I often find myself feeling unable to truly express and convey to others how difficult this journey is...every single day. There are common, everyday things that happen, that people just don't realize how painful they are. And I realize that unless someone has been through a similar journey, they really won't know the pain Keal and I feel on a daily basis.

So, when people reach out to us, it is really such an upliftment to me. It makes me feel like we haven't been forgotten; that people are remembering our journey to you. I am so thankful for the simple texts I have recently received. They give me such a peace and comfort. I find myself calling out to God throughout each day for our miracle. But when I know there's more than just my voice calling for His hand to be moved...wow, what a beautiful feeling!

After getting the courage to finally meet Logan, a beautiful text from my mother-in-law acknowledging the difficulty of that meeting and acknowledging the prayers for you!

Two perfect, most needed texts from my dad, reminding me that he is always praying for us and for you!

And then finally, I received a beautiful card from my mom today:

Dear Court,
There's not an hour of the day that I don't whisper your name to God!! Life is sometimes so very difficult and unfair - but, I'm thankful for God because it would be much worse without Him and His promises. I will whisper your name until I can whisper my grandchild's name!! I will be your Aaron - I'm holding you up to our Savior.

I love you more than anything - and God loves you even more!!
Mom

I have always loved the story of Aaron, holding up Moses' arms when they grew too tired. Exodus 17: 12, "But Moses hands were heavy; and they took a stone, and put it under him, and he sat thereon; and Aaron and Hur stayed up his hands, the one on the one side, and the other on the other side; and his hands were steady until the going down of the sun." 

I loved that my mom referenced this story; it gave me such a beautiful visual. I know those closest to us may not know exactly what we are going through, but the beautiful thing is, they don't have to know exactly what this journey is like. What they do know is that sometimes our arms grow weary. What they do know is that sometimes we need someone else to lift our arms for us. So I know, that our friends and family are holding mine and Keal's arms up. I know they are lifting their voices to the Lord for us; for the strength through this journey; and for you, our miracle! And I know they won't stop steadying our arms until "the going down of the sun," when you sweet one, are in our arms.