What a Difference a Year Makes

When I was a single girl about town in Dallas, my friend Laura and I vowed look back on the past year and see what a difference a year made. A year is a good time frame. Just enough time to gain perspective and relieve pain, yet not enough time to forget important if not minute details.
One of my baby showers was one year and one week to the day we lost our second baby. One year we were crying and hopeless, heartbroken and bewildered. The next I was sporting a huge belly, eating cake, opening presents and laughing. The former year we were burying plans we had for our little baby. The next we were looking at baby gifts and visualizing our future son wearing this outfit, playing with this toy or sleeping in his new crib.
That is monumental to me. I think it proves without doubt that God does restore us and that His ways are better than our ways.
Praise God .... what a difference a year makes.