Gratitude Journal: My Daughter... and Devastation

I was 18 when I found out I was pregnant.
I had just graduated high school. 
I held the pregnancy test in my hand and watched the little pink line seep its way across the white screen.  
I fell to my knees and cried.

I was a "good Christian girl"...

How could I let this happen?
How could I do this?

The world fell out from underneath my feet.
I was devastated.    

But not anymore.   

This gentle, zany, compassionate little girl has completely changed my life.  

God knew I needed her.   To pick me up and bring me back to Him.   To live out of genuine faith, not "religiosity".  To be strong and independent.  To grow into the person I needed to become.

(This is the album I played over and over again during my pregnancy)

I'm thankful for my girl,
and the lesson that I learned deep in my heart...
that God loves us more than we can imagine,
and that He works all things together for good,
even through devastation.