People tend to look at me funny when I happily say that the Father has restored so much in my story of loss. The immediate response I get is, “But you don’t have your rainbow baby! In fact, you haven’t even seen a positive pregnancy test in 5 years, so how is anything restored?”
But friend, there is SO MUCH more to restoration than just the promise fulfilled of a baby.
When I think of the word restore – I think of restoring old furniture. In the beginning you have an old, probably broken down, worn piece of furniture that most likely isn’t being used. When you restore it, you fix it all up. You start by cleaning and sanding then adding paint or stain— maybe even some new knobs. The restoration process takes the broken and run down and makes it beautiful and gives it purpose again.
The enemy stole from me. He broke me down and for awhile my heart was not in a place where it could be used. But just like the good, good Father He is, God took what the enemy meant for evil and turned it for so much good. Because of this incredibly difficult journey I have been on, I have found community. I have found deeply rooted kingdom friendships and most importantly I have found and cultivated a beautiful relationship with my Father in Heaven.
He has made me new.
He has taught and continues to teach me who I am.
He has given me purpose. I never could have dreamed I would be the person I am today.
So no, my womb hasn’t quite been restored yet, but my heart definitely has and I couldn’t be more thankful.