The good news is that all seems well and my body is slowly returning back to its "normal" self. I am also able to return to my "normal" self quicker. I have a moment, shed tears, but move forward. I am still hurting, still broken, but in awe of my healing. I can feel God holding me up each day and that gives me hope. Hope that one day I will make it through the day without crying, hope that I will laugh without it being followed by thoughts of guilt, hope that I will find peace, and hope that one day there will be another Soper baby. I have never doubted my love, this mama's heart has so much love, without love this wouldn't hurt so bad. I have made the decision to cling to my faith, even when things didn't make sense. This week my hope has returned.
1 Corinthians 13:13
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.