When I was a young mother of three, I thought I had life all figured out. Katie, our middle child, loved baby dolls. I imagined she’d grow up, get married, and one day become a mama.
After she married, life brought some surprises.
It always does, doesn’t it?
You think you know exactly how things are going to turn out, and then everything changes.
Katie experienced infertility and divorced after almost eight years of marriage.
Unexpected twists and turns in the road.
She remarried this past February.
A couple of weeks ago, the two of us met at PF Chang’s for my birthday. She gave me a beautiful scarf and bracelet. “They came from Altar’d State,” she said. ”It’s a new store at the mall. After lunch, I’ll show you.”
Nothing on the outside looked much different from other stores.
Inside Altar’d State, scenes from Katie’s childhood came to me. I remembered her playing babies–the white picket fence desires of her heart.
“Isn’t this cute, Mom?”
“Yep. Looks like something you wore when you were little.”
“Did you know I got my second wedding dress at this store?” she said.
Second wedding dress.
My heart skipped a beat, and we both smiled.
I never thought life would go this way.
Then I spotted gifts that bring hope–crosses and candles and bracelets.
This wall below hanging says: “You are loved for the little girl you were, for the special woman you are, and for the precious daughter you always will be.”
“Leave it at the cross.”