Two days before I found out we lost Gloria, I sat in a church service with my friend. The church handed out rocks and markers and by the end of the service we were supposed to write a word/words from the sermon onto our rock as a reminder for ourselves. I wrote “you are God’s masterpiece.” At the time I was in awe of my body and the little body growing inside me.

My loss drew me closer to God than I ever have been before. There were some days I felt so disconnected from people and myself and I searched long and hard for words to comfort me. And I realized they were already etched on my heart, and written on my rock. My mind was flooded with memories of that sermon. “You are God’s masterpiece. And you are a work in progress. You are both God’s masterpiece and His work in progress.” Ever since then, I get a bit weepy in church. Some stories, songs and words sting. Singing the word “glory” nearly brings me to my knees every time.

We took Corrine to her first service tonight and it felt so good to have her with me and singing the word “Gloria” with a smile on my face and tears in my eyes. Holding another one of God’s masterpieces in my arms. I’m so thankful for this life, for Gloria, and for Corrine. All God’s masterpieces. My heart, always a work in progress. 💗💜