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.