When I was first pregnant with my son I was so scared of the joy. That wrestling with joy would continue into those early years as I soaked up the light and happiness of motherhood. I was not accustomed to such lightness having experienced the deep pain of infertility for years.
About nine months postpartum with my second baby, a little girl, I wrote Swan Song of a Scarecrow. In it I share personal poetry as I learned to trust the Lord with my motherhood, my joy…the blessings that scared me sick.
But of course trusting God with your joy is not a one & done kind of thing. So the following poem is a new one I’ve written.
Counting My Blessings is for all the mothers everywhere (and the dads too!) who wake up having the time of their life and fall asleep feeling the fragility of time, humanity, this broken world, and all the what ifs.
So many what ifs.
The Lord is faithful and I have experienced such safety in pouring out my heart (Psalm 62:8), and I have never been let down when placing my hope in Him (Psalm 34:5).
I hope you feel seen by this poem. May it provide words for the very real fear we feel as parents, but may it also bolster your soul in the true Peace we can know when we pray to the Lord and believe Him.
read more:
What Dreams Are Made Of – a poem for turning 31
Sierra V. Fedorko 
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