When Wren went to Jesus, my heart shattered. It felt like it could never hold love, because the love would just run out of all the brokenness.
But at the same time, I knew in my bones this was not the end.
My Wren died because someone saw an imperfect child, unworthy of love or care. As much as it hurts to type those words, they were her truth. And not only Wren's truth.
Thousands and thousands of children all over the world live with this as their truth. Unworthy. Unlovable. Unteachable. Unwanted.
This is their truth every day, every moment. As they just exist. Breathing, but not living.
But, my friends, this truth is not God's truth.
And it is not my truth.
Thousands of perfect, worthy children wait for a mama to speak their truth into existence. Their truth of love and joy and worth and value.
Wren taught me this. And now, because of Wren, I get to share these truths with a precious soul - Wren's big brother. Not by blood, but by love, a tiny girl and a precious boy become sister and brother. Sister in heaven, brother waiting around the world.
Oh, I cannot wait to introduce you to him.
Turns out my shattered heart can hold love after all. It holds a fierce and bold love for my daughter and my son.