Months. Months of waiting, praying, and pushing through the motions of caring for my child. Months, and mountains moved.
In the months following your daughter’s birth, you come to realize an important truth: being a mom with mental illness is not just hard. It’s impossible.
Today, tomorrow and long ago, God provides food for the people He loves. The people are stranded in the desert. No food. Worried that they’ll starve. So every day on their lunch break, God rains bread down from the sky, enough to feed them and their families until tomorrow. He asks each one not to take more than what they need for that day, because they need to believe that the next day, the same thing will happen.