After the accident a decade ago, I thought I would never have a family, and that my then fiance would want to leave me, after all I was no longer the woman I was before.
I was bitter to say the least, at first anyway. I was mad at the world, mad at everyone around me, and mad mostly at God, but more than that I think I was mad at myself. I didn't know what to do.
I wanted to just give up, just give in, I questioned why God had allowed me to live.
I had given myself a first class ticket on the self pity train, and the fact was it got so bad, I wallowed so much it got to be where I couldn't stand myself.
I did everything in my power to push Brian away, but you know what he stayed. A testimony to his love and devotion, to say the least, a testimony of God's plans for our lives definitely.
Brian told me early on, whether I could have children or not was not the question, he would love me if we had no children or ten. I wanted children though, I had Mommy running through my veins, and I think God knew that.
The doctors told me early on, the damage had been so bad, from the accident, that he doubted I could safely give birth.
Ten years later, I am wife, and yes Mother, to two beautiful Children, ages six and seven, a boy and a girl. I could not be happier.
The fact that I can not walk does not lessen my ability to be a good wife or Mother.
Sometimes my children ask questions, but I simply answer them. Even the hard one's. The ones that leave me wondering, but it's best that I am honest to them about what happened to me, and honest about how much it did hurt me, but the emotional part of that was healed, by God's hand, by the Grace of God.
My faith has carried me far, and the good Lord has blessed me with a wonderful family.
I have so much to thank the Lord for, and I am so glad God's hand is in this.