The Heart Knows

​In the beginning many of my blog posts were mostly therapeutic, as I wrote about the miscarriage of our fourth child, 3 years ago today. The acute sadness has certainly faded, much in part to the evidence of God's faithfulness and security of His love displayed daily to us through, among other things, our sweet daughter Grace.

​But I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I constantly count my children to ensure they are all accounted for and always feel like one is missing. It's more of a lighthearted musing than you probably think, it's not like I'm bawling my eyes out every time I gather my children. They also refuse to sit still or stay put so it would not be out of the question for one to not be where I expected him or her to be. However I also think that somehow deep in my heart, I know, perhaps subconsciously, that there ought to be one more child... 

​The Heart knows...

Four boundless lives I gather them all, still seems one is missing, still it seems small.
 
My mind she can reason, I understand fine, Grace we have welcomed soon after your time.
 
Thoughts that I know, it's logic, it's true, but momma's heart knows and just can't forget you.
 
So each day continues as I look all around, I must be crazy why can't you be found.
 
The heart knows the spot, the place you should fill, deep in the soul out of my will.
 
Why can't I explain why you're not there to find? I know you are real, not just in my mind.
 
Created to love and to hold you so close...a love never held-but momma's heart knows...