By Rebekah Fox, Barren to Beautiful
This Christmas season my almost-2-year-old daughter will “help” decorate: She will yank on the Christmas lights, and break ornaments, and stick her fingers in the cookie dough.
But it hasn’t always been this way. There were many quieter Christmases at our house.
I remember just a few years ago, my husband and I were putting up the tree. And as I pulled out lights and ornaments from the red and green storage bins—I found our stockings.
I guess it’s just instinct to reach my hand inside. Maybe a stray Snickers bar? Some leftover Christmas candy? I immediately felt something in mine.
But what I pulled out of my stocking was not candy. It was a another little stocking. Almost like a…baby stocking. I’m not sure where it came from or how it got in there. But as I held it in my hand, a pang of sorrow filled my heart. I couldn’t help but think of the little baby I had desired for so long. As I touched the fabric gently in my fingers, warm tears rolled down my cheeks and the Christmas lights blurred around me.
I longed for the little one I could one day hang this stocking for. The patter of little feet. And the sound of laughter.
My husband sat down on the couch next to me and pulled me into his chest, holding me in his arms. More tears came then.
“I just thought,” I said, as tears streaked slowly down my cheeks, “We would have a baby by now.”
“I know,” he whispered and stroked my hair with his fingers. “I know.”
It seemed like forever then, the waiting. The not knowing. The trusting. The wondering if God would answer. And when.
Tonight, that little stocking hangs on our mantle. For two years it’s hung. And the one for whom it hangs sits with me here on the couch and lays her sleepy head on my lap. And as I slowly stroke her blonde hair with my fingers, hot tears run again. And Christmas lights blur. Selah.
My Precious Selah,
Our nights aren’t silent any more. They are loud with screams, and cries, and laughter. But when you go to sleep, and me and Daddy are left alone, sometimes I sit and remember the time before you. And I grow silent once more, in awe and reverence…because of what God has done. And I think about the way He came close to me during the years of silent nights, and my silent cries for you. When your name was but a whispered prayer. A dream in the night.
Selah.
You were worth every minute I waited for you.
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Rebekah is a mom to one little rambunctious angel. In her spare time (what’s that?) she blogs about motherhood, her life, and her faith at Barren to Beautiful. Definitely worth your time in reading. You can read the original post here.
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Such a beautiful story! So many times we take for granted all that we have. This is a reminder of how lucky we are!
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This was beautiful, reminded me of my husband and I just a couple years ago! Thank you for sharing and introducing me to her blog!
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Terri, I would love to hear your story some day! So happy to introduce you to Rebekah!! She is amazing. 🙂
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Really nice!
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I can relate. This was me the year before last year.
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I would really love to hear your story! Have you written it out yet?
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Yes, you can actually read about it here. http://wp.me/P34rdD-1
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Isn’t is so nice and happy to prepare for Christmas with your kids? I am so lonely this year…..I decorate trees alone. (´・ω・`)SAD!
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Best gift ever. Thanks for sharing.
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I’ve been on the side of easy fertility and also loss and questioning. This is a reminder of how beautiful life is and how great a gift of love a child is. Thank you!
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Beautiful!
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