On the first day of spring, my son welcomed his daughter into the world. On Easter Sunday, she turned one month old. I was so excited to take her, her mom, and my son to church to celebrate Christ’s resurrection.
One of the songs the choir sang was, “That’s Love.” As I listened to the lyrics, I thought about the meaning of Easter. I also thought about my own life. “They hung Him high and stretched him wide, but that not how the story ends. Three days later, He rose again. That’s love.”
The part that made me think about my life was…That’s not how the story ends.
When I got pregnant at 15, people discounted me and thought my chances for success were over. And many people may discount my son now.
My story didn’t end with becoming a teen mom. That was just a new beginning. I graduated…three times. I have a great career. I have lived a full, beautifully challenging life as a single mother to a son. I’ve published a book, and I’ve won awards and shared my story to probably thousands of people. And my story continues to develop.
My son’s story continues too. Only God knows where it will go, but I’m thankful that God gives us a story like Jesus and the Easter story. The hard part, the valley, or what others thought would take us out is not how the story ends.
Life goes on. Greater days are always ahead.
And my grandmother gets to see her very first great great granddaughter, my mom gets to love her first great grandchild, I get to help raise my first grandchild, and my son gets to be the father he never had because of it!