Standing on this mountaintop
Looking just how far we’ve come
Knowing that for every step
You were with us
At church, I stood singing in the back row (for easy stroller exit). I held my 6-week-old baby girl; my 2-year-old boy clung to my knees.
Kneeling on this battleground
Seeing just how much You’ve done
Knowing every victory
Is Your power in us
Combined, the moment and the music poignantly pointed to the redemption of Mother’s Day, my former infertility battleground.
Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Yes, our hearts can say
Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did you leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
He would still be faithful, even if this had been my eighth infertile Mother’s Day rather than my third as a mom. What a privilege that my story got a happy ending twice over.