My blue rainbow.

After carrying and giving birth to Wren there was little left of my faith. 

I felt like I had been dismantled and broken piles of me were all over the place. 

Bits and pieces of the person I used to be were all that were left and even though I had just been blessed with this lovely, healthy little creature (x3) I wondered if God was really... there. 

This pregnancy was like nothing I had ever experienced before. 

I was low. 

So very low.

And then God started putting me back together. 

Little by little, piece by piece.

My heart was being coaxed back into health.

Faith being restored.

Faith that used to be counterfeit in many ways traded in for quite possibly a smaller measure but a measure that was genuine and worth more than all the stacks of counterfeit I had before.

And it started with these blues.

 

A reminder.

You can call it genetics. A lesson in probability. Whatever you want. 

But to me, a rainbow.