She shifts her weight as she scans the teething biscuits, glancing up at Scarlette reaching for them from the shopping cart. “Oh, how old is she?” she asks
“Nineteen months” I reply, inwardly shaking my head at how fast time is passing
“She’s so tiny!” she exclaims, then wonders if she was premature. She wants to know how early she was, a question that always breeds more questions and I now am sharing my story again.
The question I am most frequently asked here about our experience with Scarlette is related to my faith. And for the longest time I didn’t answer because I felt as though it was so complex. Both raging at God and fully relying on Him in the same heartbeat seemed too hard to give words to.
It’s been impressed upon my heart lately to be a good steward of our story, this story. And though it isn’t the one I would have written, I trust the Author and I am humbled to narrate it.
So today I gave it words and I am honored to have them over at (in)courage. I hope that you would take a moment to read it and hear my heart. This? This is how we got through it.
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I had to click over to see your beautiful girl today. Amazing.
Blessings to you.
This is what I posted over at (in)courage:
This is one of the most beautiful posts i’ve ever read. Thank you for the gift of your faith. “Faith” doesn’t mean “easy.” “Faith” doesn’t mean “if you believe He’ll take care of it all.” “Faith” doesn’t mean “you’ll never doubt or question.”
“Faith” means, well, “faith.”
There are no words – but you’ve found a few…
It means just as much over here at Kayla Aimee Only Slightly Neurotic…
thanks for sharing–it helps me to walk out my own faith too. there is much different in our motherhood journeys, but the truths he has shown you are the same for me too. my jaw dropped at ‘he is who he said he is’–a phrase i say often and have come to love. thank you.
We are so honored to have you share your story with us. As a mama to a 14 month old daughter my heart aches at your journey and relates to every desperate step. Thank you for sharing your beautiful Scarlette with us!
warmest of wishes
Lisa-Jo
Goosebumps and tears. Your story brings lots of tears. You have such a talent for writing, It’s so beautiful and honest and I loved reading this. Thank you for sharing, it is so inspiring and overflowing with love for that precious girl.
Your story brought me to full on tears sitting at my desk at work. Thanks for sharing your story, and your honesty about your faith.
She is a gorgeous little girl, too.
I’ve followed your stories since SIS days and was so excited to see your story on incourage today, too…another of my faves!
your miracle story still brings me to tears…He is so good.
Your posts make me laugh and/or bring me to tears. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. Scarlette is beautiful.
This is so beautiful; and , I had a wonderful cleansing cry. Scarlette brings joy to all of us.
What a beautiful story and a reminder of what faith exactly is. Thank you for sharing, I’m not sure I could put my faith into words.
I know it must have been so so so hard to live through, but what a beautiful story God is writing in Scarlette’s life, in your life. It is too wonderful and beautiful not to share the miracle that God Himself gave you in her. It has been such a joy to read along on your journey.
Just beautiful – the story, the journey, the honesty, the little one, everything… just beautiful
KA, I’ve followed you for years now, and every time I read Scarlette’s story, I weep. Because I can’t bear to imagine any mother’s heart aching like that. Because I cannot fathom, even for a moment, my child, or any child, suffering and struggling and fighting as hard as she had to. And I weep because of the miracle that she is, the beautiful, sassy, joyous miracle that Scarlette is. I am not a woman of faith, I doubt and struggle constantly, but I cannot deny when I see Him… in the smile of my own daughter or the sweet photos of yours. Thank you for sharing, as always.
Beautiful!
My baby is a preemie too and he’s 7mts now but more like a 4mt old baby. I know the feeling of helplessness, you want to make everything better for your child but a tube or an incubation bed stand between you and your baby. I cried many tears.