There are many "firsts" in life. You know, the "first time" you do/say/experience something. Some are good and some are not.
My life is filled with many firsts.
My first time driving (thanks, Dad!).
My first job.
My first crush.
My first love.
Now, I share many firsts with my first love. Together, we make it through the hard times as well as the good times.
Our first baby girl, now in heaven.
Our first Christmas.
Our first son.
Our first experience with empty arms and an empty crib.
Our first time holding Henry.
Henry's first bath.
Henry's first Christmas.
And now, for the first time, Henry is sick. It's the first time I have cared for a sick baby since Avery was so ill. It's scary. But I know how to get through it.
One step at a time.
I can only think about the next step. Two steps ahead is too much.
I only have the strength to go one step at a time.
But God is good. He gives strength as needed.
He never fails.
He won't let me down.
I know, because I have taken that first step.