The future is unknown and its possibilities are endless

With all the hope and hell, beauty and ashes, and kindness and cruelty that this life has to offer, all I can be is thankful. Thankful for the ability to feel-- to feel anything really: The sun on my skin, the exhaustion in my body at times, the tumbles of my unborn child in my womb, the hugs of loved ones, the kisses of a devoted man who truly who knows me. Thankful, above all, for grace. Thankful that my stock ain't in this place. 8 months prego today. Brewing this baby. The future is unknown and its possibilities are endless. If buts and maybes sure to a part of this journey. Will I face great tragedy, or even fulfill my destiny? resilience, will you take me through it all? Fear and anxiety try to choke out my joy. But I do trust in the only one who knows everything. there in is my peace.