Abby had to stay in an isolette incubator for the first 24 hours, so I wasn't able to hold her, or even see her outside of the pictures Keith took for me. She was so beautiful in my eyes! I was so fiercely protective of her and I prayed that everyone else would see past how different her legs and feet looked and see just how beautiful she was. I struggled with guilt thinking that because of my uterus she was born this way. I struggled with fear that my baby girl would never walk. I struggled with selfishness- why did I have to have an infant that would require so much extra care? A lot of sin and a lot of tears. A lot of crying to Dad with nothing other than the groans of my heart as there were just no words to describe the pain and heartache as well as the deep joy and excitement of our precious baby girl.
At some point I was able to move past the physical and emotional pain I was in and sit down to really be with my Daddy and be filled with what was true. He reminded me that Abigail was fearfully and wonderfully made. She was not hidden from Him when He was knitting her together in my womb. I knew that the way He made Abigail was for a hope and a future, not to harm her. That no one had sinned or done anything wrong for her to be born this way- she was made to bring glory to the Father and display His works. (Ps. 139, Jer. 29:11, John 9:3)
Do I still struggle with fears and uncertainties about what the future will bring? Of course. I struggle with the flesh daily and wish that I didn't. But His word gives me hope and I trust in who He is. The world may tell me one thing, but what I know in my heart is this: the Father loves Abigail more than I ever could and I entrust her to His care all of her days.

