The Journey

Living in a world where labels tell people so much about who you are can be a tough spot for those in waiting and in longing. Don't get me wrong. I love so many of the labels that identify me. Wife, teacher, sister, friend, life group leader, coach, neighbor, American, and daughter are just of the few labels that I am so proud and humbled to be called. Every year around this time, I find that I struggle with what label I fall under in the "mother" category. Yes, yes, I know, I know. Many of my very sweet friends and family reading this would quickly respond and say, "Of course we look at you as a mother, Rach". But you see, I have found that it is not the labels that people give us, but the labels we see ourselves as that truly define our identity.  Because you see, no matter how many times, you tell me I am a mother, I still find myself struggling with the big "Mother's Day Decision" do I stand and be recognized at church when they honor moth

We bought a new house But it has an empty room When we bought the new house The room was meant for you Some people said I should leave it alone Some people said to decorate it soon Some worry that it will hurt too much Some said I should await for you We bought a new house But it has an empty room When we bought the new house The room was meant for you Daddy and I have decided to make it yours It has colors, books, and pictures galore We are waiting on the bed to see how big you are We're sure you'll like the room; don't worry our room isn't very far It is hard to walk by it every day It constantly reminds us you haven't come to stay But now we have a special place to think of you and pray We are ready for you as soon as they say, "Today is the day!" We bought a new house We're just missing you We bought a new house The room is no longer empty of stuff, but it sure feels empty without you.