don’t weep for me


It is true, I don’t have children.  I sometimes wonder what it would have been like.  I remember when I bought my house (it’s next to a school).  I thought maybe one day I would have a child and I could stay home and walk them to school and pick them up.  I could have warm cookies waiting from time to time.  See their smiles light up their face as they wipe off their milk mustache.

I know its not all sunshine and cookies, but I imagine there must be some reward or why would so many of you decide to have children and more than one.  🙂

There is a sorrow inside me that won’t go away.  It’s more of a dull ache that remains.  Like when the cold weather brings on the tenderness of old joints, I too have seasons of my life where this pain is more prominent than usual.

Don’t weep for me.  There is joy in my future when I will be reunited with my Rebekah Hope, of that I am sure.

5 responses to “don’t weep for me

  1. ((((hugs&prayers)))) I won’t weep, but my heart does hurt for you sister. I wish we were neighbors so I could bring my 3 littles over for milk & cookies with you! I’m sure we could all have a great time. And I might even get a few cookies out of the deal 😉

    • Thank-you for your kind words, prayers and hugs. They are much appreciated! It is nice the encouragement I have received from the blogging community and those I do not know. May God richly bless your kindness. 🙂

      • You are most welcome! Though I’m fairly sure we will not meet this side of heaven, I pray we do meet some day. Bet there will be lots of littles in heaven to love alongside your Rebekah Hope 🙂 May God bless you & keep you!

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