It wasn’t a fight the Lord had ordained for me, it was a walk in the valley.
This tree and I have been through a lot together. We have been almost synchronized in our seasons. As I have bloomed with life inside me I would watch the tree’s petals floating in the sky. As I would grieve another loss, I would stare in solidarity at its empty branches.
These bottles represent the six children we have lost in miscarriage Hope, Mercy, Glory, Faith, Joy and Wonder. Each bottle unique. Each sorrow unique. Each tear collected. My sorrow seen.