I can’t scrub the loneliness off the kitchen floor,
Nor can I outrun it, out-eat it, or out-drink it.
God knows I’ve tried.
It’s something that’s gonna be a part of me,
For as long as I’m this side of heaven.
A part of an exclusive club,
The invitation shoved in my face and the RSVP already checked "yes"
With a monthly reminder of my membership,
I’m not like the other moms.
My motherhood scarred,
My family pieced together from what should have been.
And yet I’m no different,
Just a different iteration of brokenness,
And a louder picture of redemption,
More obvious in our multicolored tapestry,
Woven together by a loving and creative God.
Imperfect and marred,
My womb will always be empty.
But my table isn’t—
A motherhood redefined
Cover image by Sarah