I've had this nursery up and waiting for ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes for ten years. You might ask how long I'll keep it up in faith before I finally take it down in disappointment.
Will it be after September when I turn 41?
What about when I hit 45?
When I reach menopause?
I want to be like the heroes of faith found in Hebrews who died before seeing the promise fulfilled. So, I guess this means I'll keep it up until my last breath. ♥️
More about this nursery👇👇👇👇👇👇
It’s odd.
This room.
The furniture.
Because the room itself doesn’t match where I am in life. It only matches where I want to be and where my dreams take me at night.
Not many people know this room exists. And to be honest? I like to keep it that way.
Because, like I said, it’s odd.
You see that dresser/changing table to the left? Nearly eight (yes, eight) years ago my friend was selling it on Facebook and upon seeing it, I instantly fell in love and impulsively bought it before someone else commented and “snatched” it up. But immediately after staking my claim, I felt absolutely ridiculous when two of my other friends commented that if I changed my mind, they wanted to be next in line for it. These were two friends who had ultrasound pictures to show…heartbeats to hear…reasons to actually need it in a few short months. But me? I didn’t. And so purchasing it?
Well, it was odd.
And do you see the recliner? My husband and I bought it nearly nine years ago in preparation that we would not only need it, but hopefully need it soon. As in by the end of the year soon. But friends, I am nowhere close to needing it now than I was on that night when we bought it. And so to see it sitting in a room next to a dresser/changing table that I also had no business bringing home?
It’s odd.
But then again, so is that crib over to the left. Do you see it? It’s the one I purchased ten years ago. It is the one my heart told my head I needed to buy because it was time to prepare. And if you look closely you will see that it has the most beautiful crib skirt already perfectly placed on the inside. It was hand sewn with faith and love by my talented mother. It's absolutely gorgeous, yet to see this crib sitting there, month after month, empty of tiny fingers and wiggly toes, it's odd.
Everything about this room is odd.
But isn’t that what faith looks like?
Isn’t it odd?
Isn’t it odd to carry around plans and dreams in our hearts and having those conversations and making those purchases that don’t seem completely congruent with where we are today? Yes. Yes, I believe it is.
But you know?
That’s okay.
Because I was once told that "faith in action" is like a hand that reaches up and grabs a hold of the blessings from God.
Therefore, while this might look odd to you and honestly to even me, I’m okay with it. I don’t mind being odd. Because I would rather be odd and reaching, then normal and not.
*sensitive * OTD bfp 
Why don’t people think?!
Advice needed, pregnancy after miscarriage (sensitive)
Our little baby: God is always faithful. 
