My son was born on Mother’s Day. He is nine now and he carries my whole-heart in his pocket, right alongside treasured rocks and found pennies. He is a beautiful and amazing boy, but he is not the greatest gift I have ever received.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17
You don’t deserve the dream house.
No one will ever treasure you.
Your needs are not important.
There is something disgraceful inside you.
She made a promise to Him. She said "Lord, you rule over all. Please see how I'm suffering! Show concern for me! Don't forget about me! Please give me a son! If you do, I'll give him back to you. Then he will serve you all the days of his life. He'll never use a razor on his head. He'll never cut his hair." 1 Samuel 1:11
The Lord closed Hannah’s womb until she came to a place of relenting and gave Him all that she had.
So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me. 2 Cor 12:9
One night, in the middle of my pregnancy and in the darkest part of my depression, I came to a place of relenting and gave Him all that I had. I had always believed, but never understood, claimed but never submitted. But that night, on my knees in front of our second-hand sofa in our cheap little apartment, I cried out to God and he sent me a son to redeem me.
Not my son, but His. And then He whispered in my ear.I will give you eternal life.
I have a room for you in My house.
I treasure you so much that I numbered every hair on your head.
I will meet your needs according to the riches of My glory.
My grace is sufficient for you. And I will fill you with it until your cup runs over.